2 Weeks Post-Op: 29 Lbs. Gone

I think I'm getting goofier looking every week! LOL  Neither Cailey nor I remembered to take Granny's picture Sunday, so Kerry took this one this morning. Hot lookin' chicky there, eh?  LOL  But, anyway, I weighed in this morning at 219.2.  If my brain's still working right, I think that's 29 pounds gone. I started at 248. Yes? Hot damn!  I found this cute little tracker, so maybe, if I can find it again for the next weight update, I'll keep posting it. We'll see what happens.   



My visit with my PCP on Friday was fairly uneventful. She was impressed with my weightloss to date. It was 21 pounds there... with my sneakers and clothes on. I had my clothes and mostly weightless sandals on when I weighed myself this morning. She checked my incisions and listened to my belly. What ARE they listening for in there??  She seems fairly confident that I'll be able to get off all my meds relatively soon! Yahooooooooooooooooo! THAT is my real goal. The weightloss is just a bonus.

Our 39th anniversary was Saturday. It was a quiet day, spent at home with our son, Steve, and his kids. We get such a kick out watching them run around the yard playing and that's basically what we did... watched them playing. They played wiffle ball, they dug worms -- Caiden's very favorite thing to do. He's such a boy.  :)  They fed the fish. We have a small fish pond with about 9 fish in it. Caiden got stung by a bee, which was a bit traumatic, but he got over it fairly quickly. Nothing a little ice cream couldn't fix. Then we headed over to Kerry's Dad's place, on Stiles Pond (about 5 miles away), for a nice visit with his Dad for an early Father's Day. It was very nice sitting out on the deck all afternoon. Steve and his kids eventually showed up to go fishing, using the worms Caiden had dug earlier. A bit later, our other son, Scott, dropped by with his kids, to go fishing, too. They were catching fish left and right... sunfish, bass. They were having a ball! There's nothing I enjoy more than seeing those kids enjoying themselves.

Around 6PM, we were beginning to feel a few drops of rain and decided we'd intruded on Dad and Cil long enough and headed home. As we left the dirt road and got onto the pavement, the rain came down in sheets! We could hardly make out the edges of the road, it was pouring so hard! There were branches of trees in the road! Good Lord, I've never seen the rain come down that hard! Thank goodness, we weren't far from home! It was thundering and there was lightning and I was worried about Glory. She hates thunder and lightning. So, when we got home, I ran (okay... walked fast) into the house to look for her. She was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in her bed under my desk -- her favorite place to be. She wasn't upstairs in her room (yes, she has her own room) -- her second favorite place to be. She wasn't downstairs, where Steve lives. We called and she didn't come. She ALWAYS comes when called. Where on earth was she??!!  She couldn't possibly be outside. She HATES thunder and lightning. But she had to be outside, so out I went. The rain had dwindled to a sprinkle and I went around the yard calling her and whistling for her and I heard her bark! She WAS outside! Poor thing. I could hear her barking, but she wasn't coming. As I got to the garage part of the barn, there she was, just inside the garage doorway, barking, as if to say, "I'm so scared that I don't want to go outside without you. Please save me."  She was dry, so she didn't get caught in that downpour. She must've stayed in the barn during the storm.

The storm brought down some branches, which brought down some electrical wires, so around 8:30PM, our power went out. Kerry and I spent the evening of our 39th anniversary, in our wicker rocking chairs, out on the front porch, rocking to candlelight. It had been a good day.... and, for the most part, a wonderful 39 years.  :)