I can't believe it has been 7 months already! It feels like an entire life time ago that I went under the knife and got the band. I had a rough patch from November to mid February...I only lost 10 pounds. So here is what the old me would have done - give up, knowing that I will never get to my "goal" and decide that I look OK at that weight...then eventually gain everything back. Here's what the new me did - got tired of the scale eaking slowly down, changed my menu (I had been eating a lot of the same stuff every day, not bad stuff, just all the same) got back to the gym with a workout buddy (I had been blowing off my workouts, she makes me accountable!) and BAM...5 pounds gone in 2 weeks! It feels great to be back on track!

My kids never said anything about my weight to me, even as I am loosing. They do say things like "Before you had surgery, you never did anything with us" and my favorite from my son "Why do you always look so nice?". I do do more things with my kids because I love to be out and alive, not hidden in my house. I can move; simple acts like getting in and out of the car are no longer an issue for me! And I do dress nice every day! No more huge t-shirts and whatever ugly pair of Capris fit me best and flip flops. Clothes fit me and look good on me for the first time in years, even shoes fit me better. I let my hair stylist update my very 80's hair cut; I now have short hair! Something I would never have done 7 months ago. My husband says he loves having his hot wife back.

I can't begin to describe all of the changes I have been through. I still have issues to work through, but they are not nearly as overwhelming as they were 7 months ago. I have slowly chipped away at my bad habits and have replaced them with good ones. I am close to my original goal and may lower it when I get there, and that doesn't freak me out..

Life is good!