My initial loss with my band was amazing (and a little scary), but the joy of seeing pounds dropping off on a daily basis was truly fantastic. As I was looking at my weight this morning, I noticed that I had only lost 5 pounds during the month of April and was tempted toward the negative by comparing my loss with what I did when I was first banded.

Then I started to think about my bike ride on Sunday, 28 miles, 23 miles two days before, Both at speeds that it took me 5 months of work up to last year to be able to sustain for 15 miles.

I thought about my spin class and the progress I have made during it, where I had to stop and rest halfway through when I first started.

I thought about the fact that it is time to go shopping for clothes again because my pants are starting to bunch at the waist when I tighten my belt enough to hold them up.

I thought about the fact that I am down to one belt because I haven't punched holes in the other two.

I thought about the fact that the fat percentage on my scale hit a new low number this morning.

I thought about all the weight that I lost on WW, and how 5 pounds in a month would have been a cause for celebration.

Yup, the low hanging fruit of my band journey is all gone, but that's ok I burn more calories when I have to climb the branches to reach the higher fruit.

Father God, please help me to remain thankful for all that you have given me instead of focusing on what I don't have...