I told my job to go fuck themselves.

I didn’t go in yesterday or today.

After surgery the are stages to being able to eat.

The first week I couldn’t tolerate more than water and some chicken broth.

The second week I was lucky if I could drink down one protein shake a day.

It’s now the end of the third week. I’m down 21 lbs from surgery and down 56 total pounds from the start of this whole process.

I skipped the pureed stage to the soft foods stage. Pureed meats made me want to gag.

It’s still difficult to eat. I’m trying to find the right amount of what I can handle. If I go over my limit slightly I end up throwing up until everything is completely out of my stomach.

I feel like the weight loss is finally apparent and people are starting to notice. But we have a long way to go.

My surgery was on Tuesday. I went under around 11 am and came to around 5 pm.

It’s been a battle so far trying to stay hydrated, and even trying to get any kind of liquid down.

Im definitely not eating enough.

I am trying hard not to develop a sick relationship with the scale. Monday night I was at X39 lbs.

When I came home from the hospital it read X50 lbs.

Today the scale said X38 lbs.

I cannot understand.

This is purely vanity.

I’ve been walking around but I’m getting winded after a while.

I feel gross. I have to look at the paperwork to see when I can shower. Since there’s a time period where I cannot get the incisions wet.

It’s hard to move around. I still cannot bend very well.

But I’m hopeful. This is just the start of a good year.