Two Months Post-OP

Although I am a hopeless romantic:redface:, I usually don't put much stock in faux-anniversaries since the root of "anniversary" refers to a year. Two months is just that: two months. A two-month anniversary sounds stupid to me or at the very least oxymoronic. But I digress.

Just over two months ago I was anxious, fearful, self-loathing, discouraged, and fat to name a few. I am still fearful but I have learned to like/love myself a lot more now since I showed both courage and fortitude in banding and sticking to a rigid food regime. As that ugly goo slips away and the scale shows a downward plunge, I am encouraged. People are noticing the change in me -- both physically and in my overall attitude, I am fitting in clothes that have hung unworn for months, my energy level is noticeably higher, exercise is not a "have to do" but a "want to do", planning meals is actually fun, reading labels, understanding the difference in a good choice vs. a bad one, becoming nutrition knowledgeable is very cool, and all in all, I'm convinced banding was the smartest choice I have made since marrying my wife.

I love visiting this site and enjoy posting, too but I feel like I may be overstating the case. I know I am still very much a newbie -- two months is nothing compared to some of the others here. What I can speak to with authority is how this new adventure is helping me right now. I hope to be encouraging to others in what I say or write but I still have difficulty responding to the negative posts or comments. I suppose that is to be expected given what I know about human nature.

Anyhow, if anyone wants to respond or just engage in a dialogue, especially anyone that has some creative breakfast suggestions, please do.

Until we meet again, I hope to see less and less of all of you (LOL):thumbup:

WB