I didn’t take a picture of my own scale this morning, so instead, you get a gif of this cute little girl. You’re welcome.

I made it down into the 180’s today: 189.8. I lost one pound from yesterday.

I’m not surprised I lost a pound after yesterday’s events. I worked my butt off all day. At the gym I did strength training. Then I did freight at the store for five hours, unloading the worst cart full of large coir mats, which are not only heavy, but also rubber on the bottom, and damn hard to stack neatly on those slanted shelves.

Oh, right. My weight restrictions have been lifted, that’s why I’m able to do all of these tasks again. There’s a possibility I took on too much to start.

I had another follow up with Lindsey. I’m on the beginning of Phase 5 of food, now, which is the lifelong phase, except for breads. I can’t have breads for two more months. But I can eat a lot more foods, including fruits and vegetables with soft skins, and, my lifesaver, chia seeds.

I can’t believe how fast the weeks have flown by. The first few days post-op just dragged on forever, but after I got over that initial recovery period, things really picked up.

They are happy with my progress, so that’s a good sign.

I notice changes, too. My clothes have more give, it’s a lot easier to bend over and tie my shoes, I think I can see a difference in my face, feel a difference in my belly.

I’m tired again today. I may lie down after everyone leaves. I may take a power nap right now, before I leave for the gym.

Have a worry-free Wednesday, and thanks for reading.