WRITTEN IN ALL HONESTY!
There have been so many times in the last three months that I wish I had just went ahead with the more radical gastric bypass. I spent the time after surgery and after my first fill fighting with my band and trying to figure out how much I could still eat.
*SIGH*
After my second fill, which was right before Christmas, I was still trying to fight and BP'd multiple times after every meal - you may remember my post about that. It was a horrific existence that I don't want to revisit. I swear I spent more time in the bathroom puking than living.
Over the last two weeks, I have come into peace not only with my choice to get this band , but with my decision to stop fighting it. In thinking about it, why in the hell was I fighting against something I chose to do to make myself healthier? The demons of self-comfort and placation do not die easily. I am seeing more and more that addiction to food is just as consuming as addictions to other substances.
I've lost 33 pounds. I'm going to stay positive. I'm going to live long and be healthy. I'm not going to whine. I am going to bloom where I've chosen to be planted.
Some of you need to pull up your big girl (or boy) pants and get on with it, don't you think?