Six months and counting...

Six months ago right now I had been in my room at the hospital for about an hour and was savoring my first ice chips and anxiously awaiting the future. I thought long and hard about a band before I finally jumped in. I HOPED that I'd be a reasonable success and hit the 1-2 pounds a week my doc looks for.... I was aiming for 75 pounds that first year and hoping for about 50 the second.

I'm 1/2 way through the first year and at 73 pounds down now. I feel better than I have felt in years. I'm within a couple pounds of what I weighed when I graduated from high school 19 years ago. I am a success. ME. I. ME ME ME ME ME! My band has helped, I NEVER discredit that. I could not do it on my own. But with a little, okay, a lot, of help from Steve and Eileen I AM a success. I feel great. I feel like, for the first time in my life I am actually in control of my body and my weight. And I cannot wait to see what the next 6 months has in store.

Life is good.