Almost July

So I see the doctor next week, then in August and lastly in September. That will wrap up the six months of doctor supervised dieting.
HA! Dieting is a joke.
I've been eating poorly and feeling poorly for it.
Truth be told I have no real moitvation for dieting right now. Playing in the back of my mind is that soon enough I will have no choice in the matter and I will be eating right for the rest of my life. I so want to do the bandster thing correctly, I don't see me fudging it, eating around the band. That's not my style.

I was rereading a few of my posts here and realize that I was writing shortly after the Big Giant Fight in February. The girl and I made up, made things better, are moving forward. One thing that came fromt he BGF is I fought back, verbally. That gained me some sort of credit in her eyes. This weekend I said something jokingly, about not giving me grief, cuz I'd fight back. She replied that she knew that and I was her equal. It's fucked up, but the girl values a toe to toe arguement and I gave her what she values so I got me some cred.

But more importantly she told me she knew the surgery was coming up and she wasn't sure how to talk to me about it, how to react to my changing body and basically wanted to know what I expected from her. Can you say, "awe shucks?" I told her to keep it positive but don't say anything she didn't mean and to love me through the process. Knowing her, I think she'll do just fine.
Off to bed.