Eight years? Where does the time go?

Jul 16, 2011

 Eight years.  2003.  The first Bush administration.  Wow. 

I'm  hanging in there.  Weight and the gaining and losing of it has not been at the forefront of my mind in some time, despite the fact that I still have a ways to go to reach my ultimate goal.  Life takes over and you go on autopilot.  That's just the way it is with some of us.

It's why I'm so glad I have this Band.   It's doing its job beautifully.  My last fill hit he sweet spot, and that was in August 2005 (I remember because it was immediately before Katrina - and I do mean immediately.  Like 2 weeks before.  The clinic was wiped out in the storm).  I never would have dreamed that a fill could last 6 years.  And there's no sign of change, either.  Hell, maybe it's not the fill.  Maybe the sucker's eroded.  

Evidently I can't manage much more than stream of consciousness tonight.  But either way, I'm happier than I've been in a long time, with a much better self-image and brighter affect.  Life is good.

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