Ninety weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 238
Up a pound. Not the change I was looking for, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also, I just didn’t write an update last week. Wednesday got super out of control, super fast, and I didn’t write anything. And then I didn’t write anything after thinking, “I should write that update,” for six fucking days. Something’s clearly off. Just making a note of it, and I’m gonna keep my eyes open for any other weirdness from me.
I’ve had a prescription for Lexapro sitting in the pharmacy for the last four days and I still haven’t picked it up. I’ve had a lot going on, but I could easily have picked it up by now. Also, I’m turning 52 in two days, which is a whole lot of “whatever.”
I promise I’ll go get the scrip tomorrow.
The gym is opened back up, and tomorrow I’ll be two weeks past my second vaccination shot, so…yeah. 3:30am sounds so fucking early. But it isn’t gonna happen any other time, and good lord, do I need to get back to the gym. Entropy’s tossing me around the room like a rag doll.
Three things I’m grateful for:
- Friends. I was able to spend several hours with one of my best friends, in person, for the first time in a year the other day and it was wonderful. This last year has been fucking brutal, and with a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, I think I’m starting to wake up out of survival mode and really notice the things I’ve been missing so much.
- Family. It turns out it was Easter last Sunday. I had no idea until the day or two before, I just kept losing track of it. But I got to see a lot of family, in reasonably safe conditions, and [REPEATS EVERYTHING JUST WRITTEN IN THE LAST ITEM].
- My dogs. I was shaving my head the other day and both dogs were lying on the floor outside the bathroom and it occurred to me how awesome it is to have dogs in the world. I know I feed them and all that, but no other animal shows the kind of love and loyalty that results in taking a nap on the floor outside the bathroom while you shave your head, just so they can be near you. Dogs are rad.
I’m in a weird spot this week (and last). Nothing is terrible, but I’m not right. No sob stories, but I’d be lying if I said everything was fine.
Here, have a graphic: