Forty nine weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 240
- Blood Sugar: 94
- Waist: 36″
I swear to god the days are melding into one long weekday called Covid. Posting this a day late again, but whatever. Down a pound! Also, you’ll see the waist measurement there, which I think I stopped including in these back in September, when I learned that I can’t measure myself correctly. It occurred to me the other day as I was wearing my 36×36 501s, that my actual pants size is probably a good objective way to measure myself. So, yeah, I’ve lost 18 inches off my waist in the last year or so. A foot and a half. That’s not nothing.
Here, have some me:
Also, I’m bald as fuck.
Last week I had a lot to say, but this week I’m keeping it short. I owe too many people too many things (letters of recommendation, poetry, grades, blah blah blah).
I’m happy. Happy with the weight, happy with the blood sugar, happy with the waistline. I objectively need new shirts.
Here, have a graphic: