Absent Minded Doofus

I am in the office today. It’s the first time since before the surgery. The traffic was really bad. Another sign that the pandemic is over, even though people are still getting sick in droves. Hooray.

I was 10 miles down route 93 before I realized that I forgot my headphones. Damn it! Fortunately I had an old set of ear pods in my desk, so we’re good to go for today but… dumb ass.

It’s my first attempt at monitoring liquid and protein intake from outside of the house for a full work day. I will also be taking my meds (just vitamins, actually) at work today too. What could go wrong?

Less Than One to Go

On February 3rd, two months and one day ago, I was told to lose 5% of my weight in preparation for the weight loss surgery. I weighed myself this morning. I have 0.4 pounds to go. I would do the math to figure out what percentage I am at with 0.4 pounds to go but then you could use that to figure out exactly how much I weighed on that first day and I don’t want to let you do that.

I just drank my morning protein shake and had my morning vitamins and supplemented it all with a fist full of Tylenol because holy shit my back is killing me. I don’t know that my back has ever hurt as much as it does at this moment. Oh my shit, my back hurts.

Today’s plan involves going to my parents and picking up my mother and taking her to a doctors appointment. We’re going to get the results of her last blood test and see how her cancer numbers look. They’ve been pretty much perfect for the last year-plus and I am very optimistic that those results will continue.

After that I will come home and find some demo happening in the cellar. First on the list is the grid that until recently held the drop ceiling. After that it’s the rest of the ugly paneling on the walls. Most of the paneling came down during the flood clean up last year. You might recall me bitching about the paneling in the dining room recently. Suffice to say that the paneling in the cellar is 100 times uglier. Tomorrow the electrician is coming to replace the existing fluorescent lights that don’t really work anymore. There used to be six banks of lights with two tubes each. Only two of them still work, (it’s not the bulbs, I replaced the bulbs and the lights stayed dead) and one of those two only works some times. It’s been good the last week because it knows its end is coming and it wants to stay alive, but more often than not it doesn’t work when I flip the switch. Replace ’em all!

On top of that there is something going on at work that I am not going to be around for and I am feeling pretty shitty about that. I feel like I am dropping the ball. I don’t think anyone else feels that I’m dropping the ball, but I do so that’s that. Hopefully it will be quiet today. Fingers crossed.

Did I mention my back was hurting?

0.4 pounds to go. Oh yeah, and the surgery happens one month from today. Yikes!

Non-Lunch Post

We’re coming to the end of another work day spent in the office. How many more will there be at this desk? I don’t know. A few, probably.

It’s been a hectic and stressed out day. I’m not sure how, but I managed to do everything right as far as the weight loss surgery prep steps are concerned. I’m up to date on my vitamins (still have one more to take with dinner), and I tracked all of my food, and I stopped drinking more than 15 minutes before eating, and I didn’t drink again for over an hour after eating.

My exercise ring is half closed. That’s due to the long walk from the car to my desk, and the long walk from my desk to the kitchenette and back, and the long walk from my desk to the bathroom and back. I think wearing a mask contributes to the increased heart rate as well, but I don’t have proof of that.

The building recently switched from masks required in all common areas to masks optional for vaccinated folks. I think it’s too soon for that, but I have to deal with it. My mask was on in all common areas but I was in the minority. Will peer pressure eventually remove my mask? I don’t think so but I can’t say for sure. The Covid numbers are way down for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I would like to take approximately 1/6,893,000th of the credit for that. At least that much. I kept my mask on and kept those around me safe from the virus that I don’t have. That’s not sarcasm. That’s honesty. Wear your effing mask.

Anyway, I was able to eat lunch today, but I was not really able to take a lunch break. That’s why there’s no lunch post from today, and that’s why I titled this post the way I did.

I might look into a new theme for this page. It might be time. Maybe something black and gloomy. Yeah, that would be cool. Black and gloomy is tight.

Now I need to get my exhausted ass home so I can eat dinner with the love of my life, check out how far the paint job got while I was out, watch the new episode of Star Trek Picard, and then finally get some of that sleep that I didn’t get any of last night.

Almost quittin’ time, babie!

More Small Steps

I had a tough day yesterday food wise. We had McDonalds for lunch in the car which was bad enough. When I got home I ate some peanuts, and I think there was something else too but I can’t remember. If I had updated my food log in real time instead of waiting until this morning I might remember better. We had Japanese food for dinner, which isn’t terrible but probably still not great. Then I got stupid and had an ice cream sundae and a big bowl of popcorn. I think there was something else in there too. Shit. I also fucked up the no drinks with meals schedule a couple of times. Once I ate less than 15 minutes after drinking and another time I drank less than an hour after eating. It was just really hard to do yesterday. Crap.

Today will be better, I believe. It’s already started out with some changes. My days of intermittent fasting are over. I am going to delete the app I was using and cancel the reminders I had setup. I am once again a breakfast eater. Or, more like a breakfast drinker.

The Dietician asked me to replace one meal a day with a protein shake mixed with 0% milk. Today is the first morning when I have both ingredients in the house. Today is the first morning I had a protein shake. Was it good? Eh. Was it gross? Not really. Did I measure it accurately? No idea. The instructions said 8 ounces of water and one scoop of powder, but there was no scoop to scoop with. I put a couple of table spoons in and ran with it.

Amazon will help. I used to have a single serving electric mixer. I thought it was still around somewhere but I can’t find it, so I ordered another one. I also ordered a scoop. Actually a couple of scoops. I dug a little deeper and the suggestion is 32 grams. I didn’t see a 32 gram scoop on Amazon but I did see a set of scoops of various sizes. I’ll do the math. The minions of Bezos say it will be delivered tomorrow sometime so one more day of estimates followed by a lifetime of accuracy. Something like that. At least I measured the eight ounces of milk correctly.

I also had my morning vitamins and added a vitamins column to my food log. I should find an app to track this rather than a Google Spreadsheet, though ya’ll know how much I love a good Google Spreadsheet.

Now I just have to avoid eating like a fat fucking moron again and we should be good to go for the next Dietician appointment. I have three more appointments in March. Psych starts this week. Nothing next week, then Dietician and then Cardiology. There is nothing booked in April yet, but there will be at least another Dietician and probably another Psych booked soon enough.

Question for the next Dietician appointment. Do the protein shakes count as eating or drinking?

One other unimportant blogging note. I added a new Category to the blog. Weight Loss Surgery. I am nearly positive that I have tagged all of the related posts over the last couple of months but from now on I will start using the new category too. Just in case I need to read through the back story someday. That should make it easier. I might go back and add posts tagged with weight loss surgery to it, but I might not. Who knows. I just thought I’d share. Just a little inside baseball and all that.


The age of Taking Vitamins has begun.

There are four vitamins I need to take post-weight loss surgery and the dietician suggested I start now. I will now be taking three pills with breakfast and two each with lunch and dinner. I think I need a pill caddie, babie.

I took the three with breakfast today even though I don’t eat breakfast. That’s about to change too, but for now I just took the three pills. I had a moment of brain fry with lunch. I have to stop drinking anything 15 minutes before I eat and 60 minutes after. I made myself some lunch and started eating. Then I remembered the pills. Okay, so today’s lunch pills will be approximately 60 minutes after lunch. I’ll figure this out.

The food log is still going, sort of. I haven’t started measuring yet but I am keeping track. I also haven’t started working off the meal plan the dietician gave me. I think that starts next week. I’m also supposed to replace breakfast with a protein shake. I have the shake mix but I won’t have fat free milk to mix it into until over the weekend, so the shakes start next week too.

I still haven’t had any caffeine or soda since February 3rd. That’s going well. The no drinking with food thing is a serious bitch. I keep forgetting about that. It’s resulting in me drinking less water and it might be resulting in me eating less food, but it’s also a pain in the ass to keep on top of. I’ll get there though.

My next appointment is next week with the Psych folks. Oh, am I looking forward to that.*

Okay, back to work. I am just over three hours away from a full week vacation and I really, really need it right now. Freedom is close, but there is a lot of work still in the way.

*Sarcasm. Or #sarcasm, if you prefer.

Pre-Work Shopping

I just spent some time on Amazon selling my soul to the bezos–devil. I need to take a slew of vitamins for the weight loss surgery. I ordered a big pile of them. I also have to take protein shakes. I ordered a ton of it. I need to start weighing my food. I bought a food scale.

I’m freakin’ out, man. I can do this, but I am going to freak out through the whole thing.

I did another important thing. I signed up for Paramount+. Why? Star Trek: Picard comes back for season two tomorrow and I am there. It’s time to find out what Q has been up to all this time.