I noticed something the other day when I was cutting up some trees that fell recently from the nutty weather we've been having. I got done cleaning my chainsaw and was ready to jump in the pool when I realized I'd forgotten to check my bag in some time! Being short-gutted, I normally check it every few minutes by quickly feeling my bag under my shirt with my hand.......but using a chainsaw is a two-hand job and you have to stay focused.......so I didn't check my bag. What's remarkable here is that my bag is always on my mind.......so this was different. And I find myself not checking it as often now.......which means I'm getting comfortable having the damn thing and confident that I understand my bowel habits. It means I'm starting to accept that the vinyl/plastic appendage hanging off my abs is really part of me. I'm starting to own it. I didn't think I'd ever be able to do this.......but I guess I was wrong. It's only been 6 years (in mid-September) since I got my frontbutt........so how long did it take you to own yours?