2/20/08 (175 lbs.- down 2) My nineteen year old son was charged with pot possession two weeks ago. I have been on such an emotional roller coaster. I am angry, scared, frustrated, sad and embarrassed all rolled into one. He has officially moved back home. This has changed the family dynamics. My seventeen year old son is very quiet. You barely know he's here. The nineteen year old is hyper, noisier, and much messier. I was fixing small meals for three. Hubby and I are dieting, and younger son doesn't eat much. Older son eats very large amounts and is addicted to fast food. He is not happy that the fridge is full of "healthy stuff", and not much junk food. Although I told him to "get over it", I am trying to be patient with him. He's lived independently for almost a year now. My non-negotiable house rules are different than how he's been living. It's going to take some time for all of us to adjust to living together again. Corey says that he wants to get himself together, and straighten out. Is he serious, or is he just afraid of the consequences now? I guess time will tell. I am willing to give him this one last shot. He is a status epileptic. Sometimes he gets very sick. I've worried about him for such a long time now. No one should use drugs, but it is especially dangerous for him, because it can interfere with his medications too much. If he never smokes again, then all this pain will be so worth it. If he continues in his bad choices, then at least I can stand before God one day and honestly say I gave it my all and all. Ultimately, it's out of my hands now, and Corey must face the consequences.

My band is still very tight from the stress. I started with reflux about 5 days ago. It is much better with Pepsid Complete. Today was a pretty good day. We'll see how it goes tonight. I'll give it a few more days, and if things don't improve then I'll go in for a slight unfill. I don't want the acid to hurt my band or esophagus. :thumbup: It amazes me how many ways stress can manifest itself in the physical body. I am learning to handle all this without binge eating. I refuse to live like that ever again, so help me God.

The first 21 months of my lap band journey (the good AND the bad) can be found under my first blog entry titled "My Journey".