The last year has definitely been a rollercoaster. I had more than one breakdown after surgery about not getting to eat what I wanted anymore, or at least not WHEN I wanted to eat anymore. My grandfather had his 80th birthday shortly after my surgery, and my parents held a party for him with numerous finger foods - none of which I could eat. It was hard.
I still struggle figuring out how much I can eat, as my pouch tends to argue with me over not chewing enough or taking bites that are too big. I can no longer do really thick bread, onions, asparagus, raw salami, and some forms of rice. Also lately I've been having trouble with French fries or meats/fish that are too tough.
At some times my weight would hit a plateau, which also would happen when I'd try losing weight before surgery. It was frustrating, but going in to get a new fill in my port would jumpstart it, sometimes. Right now I've hit a plateau, again, so I may need another fill. I'm reluctant to do so, though, because even now with my current fill amount I'm having to throw back up a lot of what I eat, on account of eating too much or too fast.
But I wouldn't trade any of these setbacks for my pre-surgery weight. I was huge, and it showed. I never want to go back to that again. I'm glad I went through this.