Down 0.2. I feel like progress is slow, but then I remember I’ve been on the scale daily since the surgery. I’m actually losing weight pretty rapidly, as expected.

I go into work today at the store. I’m hoping against hope there are no heavy boxes to deal with, but it seems unlikely, as I only work freight.

If I tell them I have a weight restriction, they might put me on a register. I do not want to get stuck on a register. You have to ask every shopper if they want to become a member of the Rewards Club. It’s not a credit card, thank God, it’s free, but a lot of people still say no. I’m not good at “selling” it. I’m really only persuasive when I’m writing, I think.

But I mean, if I do stationery (ugh, I hate stationery), most of those boxes are less than 20 pounds.

I had a problem last year, after I had sling surgery. I team lifted 50 pounds and my incision scar got infected. They had to repair it and it was painful. It happened several weeks after the surgery, too; you would think I would’ve been in the clear, by then. Nope.

That’s why I’m nervous about heavy boxes. I don’t especially like asking for help. I know it’s probably fine, but I still feel like I’m putting people out. I want to be able to complete tasks on my own.

But I don’t want to end up back in the hospital, either.

It will be fine. Everything will be fine. I need to stop worrying. There are plenty of coworkers around who don’t mind helping.

It will be good to get out of the house. Also, I’ll get in more steps at the store.

Speaking of steps, it’s gym time. Have a turtlish (like a turtle 🐢) Tuesday. Thanks for reading.