
My mother is roommate free right now, but there is a new one coming any time now.

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.

So I’m losing weight, right? Some people who go through weight loss surgery experience hair loss as a side effect. I haven’t seen any sign of that yet.
Let’s say, hypothetically, that the weight loss continues and the hair stays put. Should I let my hair grow super hippy long again, like it was in my 20’s? I mean, if I’m already going to look like a different person, should I just go all in?
My hair isn’t going to be red for much longer… should I enjoy it while I have it and then have it already be stupid when the change passes the red/white tipping point?
Someone needs to think of these things, right?

I slept a little late, did some chores, got my full 30 minutes of exercise in, had half a protein shake, ate a 2.5 ounce breakfast, caught the new episode of Strange New Worlds (while exercising), did some laundry, and still managed to get in to see my mother before 11:30.
I am going to be so tired tonight. Just you wait.
Mom has been quiet today. She’s been combing her hair every few minutes, and sitting down and standing up over and over again like a yo-yo. it seems okay though. She dozed off in her chair a few minutes ago and now I’m afraid to move. I don’t want to wake her up. Let’s all just sit here quiet like and let my mother catch some zzzz’s, m’kay?