#MagicWithinme

I think it has finally sunk in, (after 5 years) to my co-workers that no I don't want to partake in your pastry gluttony every other morning. I don't want to join in your Starbucks morning (or afternoon) break runs to nearby store.  That while you eat your ice creams I am fine with a cup of jello /banana or my cashews/almonds/or chickpeas/raisins. That all I see (and I've told them) is a pile a sugar.  That while they "lumber" down the hallway, I walk down the hallway, rubbing my stomach up and down, making sure it's still gone.  Maybe I'm being harsh, but there is no better example of what I could have been had I not gotten the lap band.  It's become almost awkward, because there are 3 of us and at one time we were all on the heavy side. Now there are just 2 and one of us is in size 12 pants not size 20. !