9 months, its been 9 months since I blogged. I could have had a kid by now. I didn't :-) Instead, I've been avoiding my band for a long time. I hadn't been back to the doctor since last September. That is a long damn time! I still went to the support group meeting once a month that my hospital provides. I sat, I listened, I got grumpy, and then I got real. I had a minor breakdown a few months ago, and finally let the people at the meeting talk me into making the big return appointment. When your doc is known for being a bit "mean" (okay, real, but its not fluffy, real talks) and you've been away for 7 months, and you've gained back most of the weight you've lost (I was back up to 306) it can be a very daunting experience to go back.
But damn, 306, while it wasn't up to my heaviest, I crossed back over the 300 mark and that was not okay. So I made the appt. I bit the bullet, and took my beating (verbally). We talked about how I had a major life changing incident (the car wreck) and then just totally jumped off track. I got a fill. A good one (though I didn't get to see the exact amount). In fact, I think I finally understand how this thing is supposed to work.
That re-commitment was on Wednesday, August 14th. I went back this past week for my 8 week checkup and I was down. I was down 16lbs! That is 2lbs a week! I will take it!
We decided since I'm losing well, that we didn't need another fill, and I've scheduled another 12 weeks out. I want to lose another 15 lbs before I go back. Thats a big goal for me. I have about 2 lbs until my lowest I've ever been (since the start of this journey), and 15 lbs would put me in the 270's... somewhere I haven't seen for probably 10 years.
But its doable. It will be done.