I had a really interesting conversation with my husband the other night. He told me that he had been talking to a friend who knew I had gastric band surgery. The guy said that he wanted to have surgery too because then he could just lose the weight without having to do any work. What Scott told me he said made me really, really proud.
Scott said that he has watched me take this journey and work very hard. He acknowledged that he sees me eating the food I'm supposed to eat, avoiding sliders because they're too easy to eat, going to the doctor for follow up visits, and working out. He has seen me get frustrated, plateau for weeks on end, freak out that I'm not losing weight, and bust my butt to make the scale move. He said that I (usually) avoid ice cream and lobster bisque as much as I love them because they're way too easy to eat, and that if I don't do what I'm supposed to, I don't lose weight. It's NOT easy. It's NOT effortless. It's a tool, and doesn't do the work by itself.
Sadly, my band does not get up and go to the gym by itself. I have to get up and go with it. But I digress.
The guy's response was, "Well f*** it then. I'll just stay fat."
Like I said to Scott, the band wouldn't do that guy any good. He would be the one drinking milkshakes every day, not ever going in for an adjustment, disregarding protein and veggies, and then saying that the band failed.
Scott said some things that really made me feel fantastic. He told me that he had been looking at some old pictures last week and he lives with me every day so he knew I had changed but didn't realize just how drastic it was. He really was amazed at the difference when he looks back like that. He said I'm half the size I was and he's so impressed by how I've changed my life.
I love that man. :-)