Seventeen weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 302
- Blood Sugar: 100
I cannot tell you how happy I am to see a two pound weight loss this week. After
obsessing over thinking about the one pound gain from last week, it finally occurred to me that I’d been off my diuretic for almost a week at that point, which meant that I wasn’t shedding as much water as I had been for the last fifteen years, which meant retention of said water, which meant weight gain. Ugh. The shit I carried around in my head all last week. The anxiety I was having, even this morning, as I got up to weigh myself. It takes so little to destroy a person’s (my) confidence. Anyway, it’s all heading down again, which is great.
And the blood sugar is pretty much stable these last two weeks (101, 99, and 100), which is excellent, because (I have to keep saying this, it makes me too happy) I’ve been off all my diabetes medication for two weeks now, which is the fucking best.
I’m happy. In addition to the improved health, work is going well. It’s been the weirdest semester ever, but it hasn’t killed me yet, and it’s almost over. I AM NEVER TEACHING SIX CLASSES AGAIN, PEOPLE CAN HEAR “NO” FROM ME AND TOTALLY SURVIVE THE EXPERIENCE. That said, I can’t overstate how much I love the classes I have and (most of) my students. Love my job. Very excited for December and three weeks of sleep.
Here, have a graphic: