What’s up?

My mood.

The sky.

Treetops.

The ceiling.

Me. I get out of bed in the morning with only the usual amount of good natured complaining about the necessity of the existence of 5:30am.

My creativity level.

The temperature, intermittently.

The level of anticipation of what is going to happen at work now that they have hired a manager for the new application support team.

My level of post-op healing. If anyone has ever had a better recovery, I can’t even imagine. I feel great, am losing weight, walking a lot, enjoying my time with 13, and have nary a surgical complaint. My surgeon wishes he could have me talk to his other patients because I am apparently the poster child of doing great after surgery, and had a realistic idea about what having surgery feels like.

My weight is down, which means it is a net up.

So what about lifestyle changes?

Yeah. Getting used to how to eat is a challenge, but it’s supposed to be. It’s weird to only be able to eat a few bites before being full. It’s weird not being able to guzzle 16 ounces of water at a time. Not bad, just different. I have to make sure I always have water with me, and something small to eat. Compared to most people, I am breezing through it, and have only run into one food that disagrees with me vehemently. No more ham for a while. I’m getting enough fluid and protein, and have a normal level of energy. Maybe a little more than before surgery. My skin looks great, probably because of all the water. I still can’t do much in the way of abdominal-focused exercise, but the surgeon says I can do whatever I want as long as I stop if it hurts.

It’s really odd to never be hungry. Apparently that will wear off.

It hasn’t really been hard to go out to pubs with 13. I thought it might be. He has beer, I have water or iced tea. He has pub food, I have nothing or maybe some soup. I smell his beer and don’t miss not having one myself much. It would probably take me 3 hours to drink a pint at this point. I can start eating fairly normal food now, so I would guess I’ll generally find something appropriate on any menu. 13 is not a big eater, so we can split things.

Stats? Isn’t that like asking me my age? Oh, right. I have no trouble telling anyone that I’m 54. Maybe because it always results in “but I thought you were in your early 40’s” and it satisfies my vanity. Anyway. Yeah. I’m losing weight. Over 38 pounds since Thanksgiving, 18 pounds since my surgery on 6/4. My face looks a lot thinner, and only my really old jeans still fit.

Things are good!

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