First year down...
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A year ago right now I was recovering from surgery, trying to explain to my girls why they couldn't jump on Mommy. I'd made the decision to take this step so I could be there for them, but in the short term I had to push them away. Hey, they got over it.
Things have always happened slowly in my life. I didn't learn to drive until I was 28, and got married at 33. My two children took their sweet time about coming, both at conception and delivery. (Can anyone say induced at 42 weeks? Twice? And in labor for 24 and 72 hours respectively??) It takes a long time for me to get numb in the dentist's chair and just as long for the feeling to come back.
So when it took almost a year for my fight with the insurance company to resolve, I found patience in my belief that things happen in their own good time. If Providence wanted me to wait so I could learn more in the interim, that's what I'd do.
This year has been exactly what I wanted. EXACTLY. I remember the giddy feeling of losing three and four pounds a week while fasting twelve years ago, and sure that was fun but it was never REAL. And it sure as hell wasn't permanent. What's happening now is a loss of a little more than 1 pound a week consistently for a whole year, and it's REAL. This pace is absolutely right for me, allowing my whole being to embrace the idea that my lifelong truth of being very obese may actually become a piece of history. Not tomorrow, but someday.
What I worried about the most before banding was whether I'd ever be able to feel "normal" -- would I always self-identify as a WLS patient? Would I have to make excuses, feel deprived, sit things out, sacrifice in order to accommodate the band in my body? The answer to that is a resounding NO, I'm happy to say. Sure, there's a learning curve that can be steep sometimes, but a year out finds me confidently handling whatever culinary obstacles life throws my way.
Now I'm sitting here recovering from another session with my personal trainer (I STILL can't believe it's me saying that), and pondering how I'm going to get in a workout over the next two weeks when the gym is closed. Huh? What happened to worrying about whether one box of fried chicken was enough for dinner?
All I've lost is the ability to gorge. And that ability isn't one I needed to have.
I. Love. My. Band.
:( 
Someday I'll figure out how to do a fancy side-by-side montage of before and after, but in the meantime anyone who's interested in my photos can check out this thread:
http://lapbandtalk.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=2681