Since signing on for BP, I've occasionally mentioned in various places having strayed and wanting to get serious again. Finally, Step #1 for the second time..

Band surgery was October, 2009. My highest weight was 311. From about three weeks before surgery until mid-February, 2011, I lost 115 pounds. At 197, my goal of 145-150 was in sight. "Something," an event with emotional fallout, happened and that February, I stopped losing and soon began to gain. I went as high as 268 and mostly have hovered at 265-270. Twice in between I buckled down, lost about 25, only to regain them.

All along I've wanted to get back to business. Just in the last couple of weeks, the feeling really set in. I made appointments for esophagram and to see the NP yesterday, ending a two year absence. Sure that I had great dilation (the band had been loosened twice before for that reason) and that the band was out of position, it was a thrill to find that I was wrong on both counts. I'd prepared myself to discuss revising to sleeve, but decided to give the band another shot. The NP agreed that it's worthwhile. The band had been rearing its head for several months, giving signals that I'd eaten enough. Other band signals and sensations that I vaguely recalled from the past were absent, so I had an adjustment, adding .5 cc for now, and already feel hints of the old effects.

My next appointment is in August. We'll see what comes next at that time. How nice it will be if the band becomes a good partner again, "nice" being one hell of an understatement.

Since signing on for BP, I've occasionally mentioned in various places having strayed and wanting to get serious again. Finally, Step #1 for the second time..

Band surgery was October, 2009. My highest weight was 311. From about three weeks before surgery until mid-February, 2011, I lost 115 pounds. At 197, my goal of 145-150 was in sight. "Something," an event with emotional fallout, happened and that February, I stopped losing and soon began to gain. I went as high as 268 and mostly have hovered at 265-270. Twice in between I buckled down, lost about 25, only to regain them.

All along I've wanted to get back to business. Just in the last couple of weeks, the feeling really set in. I made appointments for esophagram and to see the NP yesterday, ending a two year absence. Sure that I had great dilation (the band had been loosened twice before for that reason) and that the band was out of position, it was a thrill to find that I was wrong on both counts. I'd prepared myself to discuss revising to sleeve, but decided to give the band another shot. The NP agreed that it's worthwhile. The band had been rearing its head for several months, giving signals that I'd eaten enough. Other band signals and sensations that I vaguely recalled from the past were absent, so I had an adjustment, adding .5 cc for now, and already feel hints of the old effects.

My next appointment is in August. We'll see what comes next at that time. How nice it will be if the band becomes a good partner again, "nice" being one hell of an understatement.

good luck!! I thought you and the band were done so this is nice to find out you still might be able to lose without having to get a revision.

@@gowalking, thanks. I'm still surprised about the radiology results today and recognize that I'm fortunate to have another chance.

Good luck! I'm glad you don't have any serious problems such as slippage or dilation. Makes it easier to trust the band moving forward.

Obesity is a bear - one we can put in a cage but never kill, unfortunately. Hope you get to good restriction soon and see some weight loss.

@@needtorecover, thanks for the good wishes. I'm already thinking that I want another band adjustment at my next visit. I'll know better, I suppose, in the next week or so, when I'll have had a chance to experience all that the band is doing at its current saline level.

That reminds me. Early in my band career, a subject came up now and then at the support groups I attended and another website I used: "Have you named your band?" Most people who had chosen names thought of their bands as female. Without thinking far into it, it occurred to me that mine was a young boy -- a Boy Scout who gave me a hand as I went about my daily affairs. I never gave him a name, however.

I admire your recommitment! You can do it! We are here to support you!

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@@kbarbs, thanks. I just left a note on your topic about screwing up. Promise not to do that again.