Seventy six weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 240
- Blood Sugar: 102
Up another pound. This is not a good direction. I’m not happy about it, but I’m honestly not gonna freak out either. I’ve been outside two out of the last three days, the bills are paid, and I’m just going to be happy with being “okay” this week. I’m okay.
It seems as though each year I get older, the holidays get a little harder. But maybe it’s just an extended moment of struggle. I honestly don’t know. Having all the bills taken care of before the end of the year is a bit better than I’ve done in years past, so I’m choosing to look at that as a hopeful sign.
I’m okay this week. I’m writing this a day later than I should’ve, but that’s because today is better than yesterday. I’m also gonna keep this short because there’s more I want to write about that would be out of place for these posts.
Here, have a graphic:
