Four years... wow... where does the time go?
It's nice to reflect. See where I was, and where I have come.
Year OneSo - four years ago, I was banded.
The rest of 2007, and the past 10 (almost 11) months of 2008 have been a whirlwind of emotion, of heart, of strength. My band has been pushed to emotional boundaries. It has been refered to by many (including myself) as a fickle bitch. The band has been known to test the inner strength of one by acting part and parcel with the stress in one's life.
This past year, my body and the band worked collectively together. They were on my team, working for me. I have barely had any acid reflux, no slippage, and have lost significantly more weight. Life changed for the better, things started moving again. I developed a love/hate relationship with fitness (participating in two 5ks), and overall health. I got rid of the carbs (welcomed them back though - but with limits), welcomed coffee back into my life, discovered the path in the woods, and hiked whenever I could.
Started drinking water, and left the chocolate milk from Tim Hortons' at Tim Hortons'... I figured out I gained (or didn't lose - whichever way) from the 500mL of chocolate milk I would drink daily...
Most of all, I figured out a balance. It's tough, and you always want to take the easy route... but time is short.
Itiswhatitis...
