Twenty weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 296
- Blood Sugar: 104
That’s a “2” in front of that number. I honestly don’t know how long it’s been since that was the case but I’m confident it was high school or the first year after. Time to start investigating the mysteries of the tattoo.
Annette says this is probably how the weight loss is gonna go from here on out: nothing, nothing, something. Have I mentioned how much better this whole thing is with someone else doing it with you? It’s so much better. Check this out, these were both taken on Thanksgiving, one year apart:
I’m happy. Last week I mentioned I punched four new holes in my belt. I immediately had to go to the second new hole but I’m already on the third. This probably says more about my shitty hole punching skills but some of it is that four pounds.
Here, have a graphic: