This journey back to health means so much to me...sometimes, it's hard to find the words. I am seven weeks post-op, and 6 days out from my first fill. This past week has been an eye-opener....was my fill too much, why could I not swallow, OMG what can I eat, and at one low point, what have I done? However, I am learning so much about myself, too..... I am not a quitter, I can follow this diet, I will succeed, and I will put down my fork when I am full. I do not have to eat everything on my plate....I do not have to try everything in front of me, and most importantly, I am starting to see just where 30+ lbs have left my body.

Today was a pretty normal day.... my youngest left for school, I took the dog for a walk, and then got myself ready for work.....worked and came home....had some errands to run, and let me daughter drive (she has had her license for a week) and off we went....just a normal routine for a busy mom. Arrived back home, and thought as we pulled into the driveway "whew - time for a sugar free jello, and then some relaxation..".....however.....as my daughter parked the car, I guess she did not put it into park, and as I was headed to the door, I looked over my shoulder and witnesed my car, rolling down the driveway and headed directly toward a tree. Oh yes....it hit the tree, and with quick an impressive thump, too. My daughter, meanwhile, was screaming at me to do something.....and what could I do? I walked over to the car, afraid to look at the backend, and peered at the trunk.....all the while envisioning the tree trunk embedded smack dab in the middle, but, lo and behold, no dents in sight. So, I carefully got in the car, and pulled it forward, got out and looked again....no significant damage to the car, just a small scratch on the bumper. The tree, however, has a more impressive mark on the trunk, but it is still standing upright. I have to remember that if this is the worst accident my daughter ever has, then she is a lucky girl, and I am a lucky mom.

So, here is to living and learning, and taking something with me from that lesson....gratitude, happiness, and the ability to put down my fork.