Three years ago...
At 9:56pm, three years ago today, I was laying on my parents' couch. I was wearing a grey t-shirt, and blue jogging pants. I had just had this life altering surgery. Three years ago, I changed my life.
It would be wrong for me to not acknowledge this day. I mean, there is so much to say, so much to write about.
But really, not much has changed for me in the past 365 days. Life is life. If it were easy, they wouldn't call it life, right?
365 x 3 = 1095 days of banded life...
I was once told that the first year of banding, it's all about trial and error. You never know what will work today, and what will work tomorrow. You lose weight, you buy new clothes, you lose more weight, you buy more new clothes...
The second year of banding, it's getting used to the loss, you still lose weight, but not as much, the 'umf' isn't there as much as the first year. You are still figuring out what works and what doesn't, but you have a better idea.
The third year, what did I learn? I learned what a slipped band was like, and how to let it slip back into place. I let more people know about the band. I am used to what I can eat, and what I can't, but sometimes the band reminds me anyway. This year, I dealt a lot with acid reflux. I didn't lose a lot of weight, but it's still neat when you run into people you haven't seen in a long time, and they say how nice you look... I was blonde, but I went brown. I went to the bash, I met a bandster from Australia, I tried some new food, and made up some versions of old favourites.
So, what to say after 1095 days... it's been real. It's been tough. It's been life.
