Weekly Check In – 1/8/2020

Twenty five weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:

  • Weight: 285
  • Blood Sugar: 101

It’s hard to believe I was on vacation a week ago, it already seems like a distant memory. Maybe it’s the head plague I woke up with last Friday. Anyway, down two pounds in two weeks, I’m totally fine with that! Between vacation and the holidays, there were a few more calories than normal, but only a few. Actually, not that it’s of interest to anyone other than me (and barely me), the extra calories were few enough that I can list them:

  • There was a cheese plate the Saturday before Christmas, and another one on Christmas Day. I was a little more handsy on Christmas Day, but I barely touched the first one, unless you count the Marcona almonds (this sentence has a creepy Weinstein vibe to it, doesn’t it? (#ick)).
  • There was half a crab in San Francisco on the 31st that was cooked in a spicy garlic butter thing.
  • There was a cheese enchilada in Fair Oaks on the 2nd that was amaze balls.
  • And there were two or three moments where there could have been healthier decisions (like a protein bar instead of Chex mix).

But honestly, whatever, I’m two pounds down, and I got through the holidays (and the anniversary of my little brother’s death) without caffeine, without a single baked good, and without any schedule one narcotics. I’m calling it a win.

I’m also sick with the same damn flu / cold thing I get every fucking year. Last week, half of my Facebook memories were of me whining about being sick from one, two, and three years ago. My sinuses are currently bursting with snot and my head feels like the dude from the beginning of Scanners. It’s like when you were a kid, and every year you got socks from the same aunt only instead of socks, it’s snot, and you don’t have to pretend to thank anyone.

I’m happy. I’m three days into the winter term, and so grateful to have a little structure back in my life.

Here, have a graphic: