I just did something crazy. A post-operation first.
I had a snack. 1.8 ounces of sugar free pudding.
It was glorious. Absolutely, epically glorious.
I just did something crazy. A post-operation first.
I had a snack. 1.8 ounces of sugar free pudding.
It was glorious. Absolutely, epically glorious.
I turned the lights out and took pics before I blew out the candles. You know, like because artsy and shit.





My mother is roommate free right now, but there is a new one coming any time now.
When I left the hospital on May 5th they gave me a stack of one ounce cups to use for tracking and sipping clear liquids. I don’t think I really need to still be using them, but I am. Today turned into cup washing day.

I don’t usually do things like this, but I saw this in a bariatric surgery Facebook group (the only reason I even went back to Facebook) and wanted to save it.
A table of weight loss equivalence….

I am definitely better off without the extra 200 sticks of butter.
Did I mention I’m wearing a t-shirt today that didn’t fit six weeks ago? Yeah. I am.

The pill caddie is full.
You folks are going to get really sick of this particular weekly event.
I just opened a new bottle of distilled water. The last bottle was opened on May 14th. 29 days ago.
Shocking.