Its strange to read back over my diary as every fill I've had has been soooooo exciting and full of promise and its always had me high as a kite thinking that finally, finally I'll have some control over the hunger and I've come to down earth with a bang after about 3 days post-fill when you realise that there is no fecking difference!! It has been the slowest most frustrating 9 months of my life...BUT, I've lost 4stone now ( mainly through fear at the beginning!) and it has also made me face my food demons. These demons are sneaky barstewards. They like to sabotage my every attempt at dieting. They think they are doing me favours. They think they are adding enrichment to my life. They think they are calming and soothing my stressful existence. And all they are really doing is making me fat!
Now of course, I'm talking about taking responsibility but hey! Life's hard and I've been through a life of hard knocks and come out the other side with strength, resilience and success and...a gastric band, which is my bestest of all friends because I can't ignore it or get angry with it or be a total teenager with it because its a constant reminder of what I need to do. Beyond even reminding me, it helps me by stopping me shoving vast quantities of food down my gullet before my brain can remember why I wanted to diet and I'm constantly amazed by it.
Thankyou Spire Healthcare, Thankyou Mr Tulloh, Thankyou Mr De Beaux, Thankyou Lorna, Thankyou Dr Fred,.... and thankyou to all my friends on this forum because without you I'd have gone under because I've found the journey very difficult. But most of all, thankyou Bertie Band because without you I was heading for the grave!