*Alli*

I had my first fill yesterday. It is the highlight of being lapbanded. up until yesterday the only thing holding me back from the all you can eat buffet was me. Now its me and my lapband...we're going to be good buddies and I'm thinking of giving her a name. She is nothing like my evil sister who whispers in my ear "overeat"... she is more like a guardian angel who says... "slow down, that's enough"...a fill is restriction. It feels like a little ball in your throat and a tiny pressure in your chest that sends the message to your brain that you've got to slow down, you've got to experience your eating, and you have to think about your relationship with food. Try to shovel it in like the old days and your lapband will growl at you. I have a little needle phobia.. but when it came to getting this fill, knowing this is the reason we get a lapband.. i pulled up my tshirt and said let 'er rip...I didn't come this far to be a little fraidy cat over a simple pin prick....Your fill IS YOUR LAPBAND.....its the day you can take a little deep breath and say, "yes finally here's the help I 've been waiting for." Down 25 pounds....on my own.... the next 30 I have an angel to help me. (I think I'll call her Sophia.... I've always liked that name.)