The space-time continuum must have been breached the day I had surgery. I'm 3 weeks post-op on the 22nd. I feel like I've been doing this for *months*. Wha-happen?

I was trying on some pants the other day, just in case (they're ONLY 3 sizes smaller than what I'm wearing now :confused: ) ... and they were still pretty snug, so I was like, "Oh chit in a chingle, will these EVER fit again!?" My husband just looked at me like I had a third head. What? I asked... and finally said, "Honey, you haven't even being doing this for three weeks yet..." And I started to argue, and tell him it had been WAY longer than that, and then I realized he was right, and he's never right. It was a huge epiphany, like I had just learned the meaning of life.

See - it FEELS, mentally and physically, like I've been doing this for MONTHS. Sometimes... actually quite often... I forget how newly banded I still am. I look at my poor red incisions and curse them for not scarring over yet. I look at my big wobbly tummy and curse it for still blocking my view of my toes. And then I look at my food journal and can never figure out which months I forgot to log, because there's only 3 weeks' worth of entries in there...

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Oh yeah. Me too. I am one month tomorrow and I am ready for a fill! Or a big pizza if I can't have that.

Time is passing by slowly with this band to me, I'm just very impatient, I want this weight off yesterday. I'm going to the gym 5 times a week and drinking my gallon of water. The only thing that is getting smaller is my face and my wedding band slips off in the shower. But I'm just gonna continue on doing good, and one day my body has to respond, right?