My Year Two Bandiversary!
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I stand before you now, fellow bandsters, humble. This is a celebration of my two-year baniversary on Saturday (yay!) but also a cautionary tale (cue *heavy* music).
A year ago, I wrote my one-year bandiversary post. You can read it again here.
A year ago, I was positive, upbeat. I'd lost 90 lbs and felt great! But I read that post again and see the beginning of difficulties. The downswing was starting.....
Year One was the year of tenacity. I lost almost 100lbs in a year. I was a success!! I stuck obsessively to my low carb diet. I ate small, I ate low carb, I exercised and I was rewarded with rapid weight loss.
Year Two has been a struggle. A dogfight. Filled with a lot of sadness, depression and fighting the internal demons (what the venerable Jack calls "The Dragon").
First, the results: In Year Two, I've lost a meager 22 lbs. Now, I'll take that. I'll take a loss over a gain anytime. But sitting at a 110 lb loss since surgery, I'm still about thirty lbs from goal. And those 30 lbs feel like the highest mountain in the world to overcome.
This past year has been about being way too smart for my own damn good. I remember my surgeon telling me that people "get smart" about their band and learn how to eat around it. In Year Two, I stopped being scared of a PB and dove headfirst into trying any and all foods. Hey, some worked. Like cookies. Did you know that the right kind of cookie goes down with the greatest of ease? Especially if it's lubed up with some ice cream! Wooo!
Yeah. I took my eye off the ball. Now, it's due to Trink (my band) that in a year of running amok and eating quantities of cookies and ice cream (and a whole variety of other things that I shouldn't) I didn't gain weight. It was Marimaru who said recently, in this post that, "When I'm not good I don't gain weight, which is all thanks to my band, and when I am good, I lose slowly, which is frustrating, but it's the right direction and that's how my band works for me." Man, I read those words and it just drilled right to the heart. This is how my band is working for me, now, too.
Year Two has been A LOT of not being good. I've nowhere to place the blame but my own two shoulders.
So on this Two Year Bandiversary, below are the biggest lessons learned to date about the band. I want to put this out there as much as anything for someone who is considering the surgery.
What I've learned:
1) My doctor told me this, and I glossed over it....wanted to believe otherwise. But here we go.
The band works best when you are eating right.
There you have it.
We ALL want it to work best when we eat crap because it prevents overeating. Sure, and there is plenty of crap food I really CAN'T eat. But the trickster brain will find some kind of crap food that WILL go through. I can't eat cake. Clogs the pipes. However, I CAN eat cake if I mush it up with ice cream. And it goes through REAL easy.
However....when I eat salads, and proteins, and don't drink liquid with meals...I fill up quickly, stay full longer and lose weight.
This I think is the MOST undersold problem with the band. It *requires* participation. It's mentioned that you have to "work harder" at the band than you do RNY in the initial years. It's true.
It's this rule I've faltered on the most this year.....
2) They aren't kidding in all those magazines and TV shows when they say the best way to lose weight is to exercise.
'Nuff said.
3) It's all about the fill. Don't fight getting a fill. Don't fight getting unfilled.
Being overfilled doesn't make you more moral, a better bandster or a better person because you can endure misery.
Being under filled or not having a fill doesn't make you a failure.
I see so many folks get so bound up about fills. Fighting against getting one when they need it or fighting against having some taken out when *clearly* they are overfilled.
I know, I was one of those folks. I went one year with the same level of fill.
In year two I've had a variety of fills and unfills, tinkering with what works. My body changes, how the band feels changes and because of that I need the fill levels to change. My doctor supports this.
If your surgeon offers a "support" plan where you pay an amount for all the visits and fills you can use, take it. Then you don't think about it, you just go in and have it taken care of.
I wish I'd internalized this lesson a little more at the start. The band is not a "static state". Again, in this way, it requires your particpation.
And finally....
3) The demons you have about food don't go away. In fact, something about the band actually magnifies them. My loving bf suggested recently that maybe I should have the band out because instead of giving me a feeling of control, it gives me a feeling of beating myself against a wall about food.
Just recently, I had to admit to my therapist that I've once again become a full-fledged bulimic. Thankfully with her guidance, it was a short-lived return of this terrible problem, but for a while there, it was back with a vengeance.
This was me fighting myself, fighting The Dragon, fighting the band.
Sometimes, I want so desperately to eat a big cheeseburger and fries I feel like I could rip my eyes out to be able to do so. Yes, that sounds dramatic, but sometimes I feel like that.
Thankfully the feeling always passes.
But biggest lesson here is don't go into this surgery alone. Get a good therapist. Get a good support group in place. This process isn't easy. But it is manageable.
Having a restrictive device on your stomach doesn't make your issues go away. It makes you have to face them, head on, unflinchingly.
So at Year Two what do all these lessons mean?
Well, it means I really do love and need my band. I feel like it's both a lifesaver and the bane of my existence. It's my job to "do the work" to continue to make it a lifesaver.
I've now been about two weeks back on track and suddenly, once again, with eating right and small portions, the band feels good again. Weight is easing off.
These last thirty pounds look insurmountable. I know they aren't. Just have to stay head down, hardworking.
So today I celebrate my Bandiversary. I really do.
And as I blow out the candles on my sugar free sweets, my fondest wish for Year Three is to find some peace, some calm, some sense that food doesn't haunt me, it nourishes me.
My goal is to make friends with food. Right now I'm taking advantage of this friend and it's not going well. If I can find balance, if I can learn to love my body "as is", if I can just make peace with eating, then this will have truly been a successful journey.
Today, I mark my success in lessons, not pounds.
Wish me luck. I’m plugging my nose and jumping back in........
(if you slogged through my whole quite pensive post, thank you!
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