Thirty one weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 270
- Blood Sugar: 92
Well, I lost half a pound. Not enough to bother changing that number up top. I’m fine with this. Last Friday was Valentine’s Day, and I made a mushroom risotto for my wife, and I made it correctly, so it was terrible for us, but damn was it good. I think I’m having the final bit of it today. It wasn’t loaded with cheese or anything, but I’ve now had more rice in the last five days than I have in the previous six months. Grateful for the regular working out I’ve been doing to offset this and prevent it from becoming a small gain instead.
I’m happy. Yesterday I started my spring semester and returned to my 13-hour Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was beat to hell by the end of it, but it’s still nice to be back to a full schedule. By the time I got to my 4pm class my brain was poop, and I wasn’t capable of having discussion without going off on a new tangent every few minutes, so I kept most of the class to boring lecture about essay structure for the research paper they have to write, and did a Q&A for whatever might be causing them stress. We can return to weighty discussions tomorrow. Flopped out in the bed around 7pm, out by 8ish. And back at the gym at 4:45 this morning. I’m tired this morning, but feeling alive.
Here, have a graphic:
