I lost .4 pounds this week. Damn scale couldn’t even give me a full half-pound. I’m a little angry about it, to be honest, because, even though I know I should be thankful any time the number goes down, the silver lining in this whole eat-food-suffer-excruciating-pain fiasco was supposed to be bonus weight loss.
I’ve been a less active than usual, though, because I feel so worn down all the time. I’m pretty sure if I could just have an M&M Blizzard from Dairy Queen, all my energy would come back. Okay, maybe not.
But anyway, my surgery is Tuesday, so I’ll have to ask the doctor when I can start doing some easy walking on the treadmill. It’ll only 4.5 weeks until we leave for Anaheim, so I can’t go from total couch potato to Nationals.
How are you guys doing?