Four weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 359
- Blood Sugar: 102
- Waist: 56.5”
Two days ago I had a mostly successful trial run at being a working adult. I was out of the house for five hours, with a fair amount of walking. Toward the end I was seriously dragging ass, and when I got home, I pretty much collapsed in bed, but still.
I have to buy some pants next week, before I go back into the classroom. My situation is just stupid. I have a few pair that look “old-man baggy,” which isn’t completely inappropriate, but my jeans and shorts are a sad, sad joke. They’re like Red Skelton clowns (#TimelyReference #TakeThatInternet!).
I’m happy. Today my wife and I are celebrating our anniversary. Occasional struggles to be sure, but 15 wonderful years I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Here, have a graphic:
