Twenty four weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 2??
- Blood Sugar: ???
Happy New Year! I have no fucking idea how much I weigh or what my blood sugar is, and this week I don’t give a shit, because I’m on vacation. Annette and I actually had a serious conversation about bringing our scale with us, but in the end we left it at home, because I drive a tiny little hybrid that looks like it was manufactured by Fisher Price, and also because I’m on fucking vacation. I really wanted to post an actual update this week, but I absolutely don’t want to be the guy who brings his damn scale on a road trip. Part of the reason I had my surgery was to have a better life, and part of having a better life is knowing when to take a week off.
As I write this, it’s December 30th, and even more than usual, I’m thinking about the year I’ve had. I have changed the shape of my body, and I’m working on my mind. 2019 has to be one of the best years I’ve ever had. It’d be nice if the rest of the country was doing as well as I am, but I’ll take what I have and be grateful.
I’m happy. I’m eating healthy, I’m drinking enough water, I’m wearing clothes that fit well, and I’m away from home with the person who matters most.
Here, have a graphic:
