Forty seven weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 242
- Blood Sugar: 111
Down a little over a pound, so yay. Not bad for a lethargic, chronic grader of essays, which is who I am this week (and last) (and next). But seriously, I’m pleased as hell with that. Also, I just now realized that in five weeks, I’ll have hit the one year mark. That’s insane. If me from a year ago could see where I’m at right now he’d probably cry. And then celebrate with a cheeseburger. And then I’d punch him in the dick.
I’m less than thrilled with the blood sugar. It hasn’t been that high since March, but also I’ve been a lethargic, chronic grader of essays, so…I need to walk today. I’m not gonna freak out, but this is definitely something to keep an eye on (and to keep in the back of my head as I move through the week and make choices about what to eat).
I’ve been pretty great about keeping my diet simple and avoiding the stress eating. I think the worst I can be accused of from this last week is being too lazy about choosing a third protein bar over cooking a meal on a few days. Hmm. That might have something to do with the blood sugar too. Maybe? I’ll have to check the labels. This is a good reminder to myself that I really can’t ever stop checking the labels. Ever.
I emailed Kaiser the other day, asking for an update on the whole “you probably have high cholesterol” problem. I got an email back that read like an auto reply (it wasn’t, it just read that way) that basically told me to be patient, but it did give me the name of the person who was “looking into it” and it gave me a case number. I can be patient. I have too much work on my plate this week (and next), I can be patient as fuck. After that?
I’m happy. It’s interesting timing, this whole becoming a better version of myself thing, as my country sets itself on fire in the middle of a plague. The fire is necessary though, and there’s only so much you can do about plagues. And anyway, there’s work to do. This week (and next).
Here, have a graphic:
