Sixty six weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 233
- Blood Sugar: 105
Down a pound. IT’S A ROLLER COASTER OF EMOTION (not really).
The post I wrote last week was really helpful. It helped me be aware of the shit that’s going through my head, and knowing where you’re at is an incredibly powerful thing. It’s the first step to getting where you want to be.
I’m keeping this short this week because my obligations are many and varied, and there’s yet another giant stack of essays to get through. I do love the grading though, tedious as it can be. Also, a lot of students have reached out in the last week, and every interaction has been great. I desperately miss being in the classroom.
I’m feeling weirdly happy this week. I’m gonna give a lot of the credit for that to Annette and Bella, both of whom teach me how to not be a curmudgeonly old fuck through example. After a truly excellent phone call (#FuckZoom) with Bella the other night I started writing a daily gratitude journal, which I’ve lazily titled Gratitude Journal. The first two entries are here:
I hasn’t changed my life yet, but none of the shit I was writing about last week has changed, even a little bit, and I’m feeling weirdly happy this week. Gonna try to keep it up as long as possible. Keeping it public (for the moment) because it helps to keep me accountable.
Here, have a graphic: