Here it is 6 years later and still working on losing weight. Regardless if we reach our goal, I don't think the struggle ever stops, at least for me it won't. I've only had 3ccs in me because each time I added more I would get sick. We would have to remove it all out and start all over. Which is crazy because when they put it in, they had put in 2ccs. I went back after 2 years to get another fill and the new dr made note of this. so he only added 1/2 cc. If I'm honest with myself which is rare. I don't think it was my body that rebelled against the restriction my mind. I couldn't not eat the amount expected of me, I couldn't think of being limited to tiny spoons and little bites. It took me years to teach myself to eat on time, eat slower, drink more water and enjoy each bite. That it's ok I didn't eat cake, that I didn't get the last piece. well yeah I slip up but I can't be beat myself up about it. That's not what this journey is about and yes it still is a journey and I am in no way even close to the end. I may walk lighter, look at the sidelides more often, but the end is so far I can't even see it. I go back to the dr next week, perhaps for another 1/2 cc. We will see.