Forty five weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 243
- Blood Sugar: 95
So last week I said I wasn’t gonna be frustrated and sad that I’d put on half a pound, and I wasn’t. I logged food, tried to be a bit more active, and here I am down three and a half. And I’m not doing backflips. I’m thrilled with the loss of course, but just like last week, I’m acknowledging where I’m at and getting on with my day. Because as great as this is, it’s becoming the new normal, and I’m moving away, a little bit, from allowing my weight to dictate how I feel about myself.
A little bit.
STILL waiting to hear back from Kaiser, but I’ve been too busy with other shit to give them any time or energy this week.
I’m happy. And I’ll be happier when this miserable school year is behind me.
Here, have a graphic:
