Adipose Apron

Yeah. Mine is now deflated to a large degree, and the skin now stays put if I pinch it. Yes. It stays pinched. Wild stuff. Husband declared I've got ball skin on my belly.

Gone Fishin'

Kinda.

Emotionally and physically taxed, exhausted, spent. Light headed. Legs have a rubber bandy type feeling in the joints. Going into a downward spiral. Going inward. Hibernating. The juices have run clear. The meat has fallen off the bone. I'm done. For now. Just done. Have to work on building my energy back up. Been taxed for over a month, and this is the consequence. Radio silence until... whenever.

Breakfast of Champions

Goin' For Bloods

Getting some lab work done on Friday. Need to avoid my vitamin supplements for 48 hours for an accurate read.

Feeling very drained today.

But on an upnote, nothing says Happy Birthday like going in for lab work! Good stuff!

Tuesday's "In My Pouch"

After Tuesday's trip to see the surgeon for my six month
post-op visit, I was on a never-ending, rainy day
odyssey to stores "not open yet" or closed
for the day.
Pictured above: Grilled beef satay which was
consumed after having a cup of tom kha gai,
at Long Grain (aka Lemongrass Grill) nr. the
92nd Ave subway station.

Not pictured: Bevvy of items procured at
Murray's Sturgeon (aka "The Sturgeon King").

So if you like rhyming or aliteration:
After the surgeon, I went to get sturgeon. :)

6 Month Visit w/Surgeon

No news is good news.

No vitamin deficiencies.
No pain or problems related to incision sites.
No gastric distress.
No limitations on the variety of food I eat.

Nurse practitioner appeared impressed with my progress and my state of being, as well as the strategies I use to get thru my day.

All in all a good visit. Next visit: February.

So, after the surgeon, I treated myself with a trip to the sturgeon, or specifically, Murray's Sturgeon (aka "Murray the Sturgeon King" by locals). Well worth the trip. The smoked whitefish salad is so good, I get weepy thinking about it. :)

Waxing Bartholian...

TMI

Bartholin's cysts hurt like a mofo.

That is all.

Another Small Victory

I put on a size 18 skirt this a.m., only to have to make another wardrobe choice, given the fact that even ZIPPED UP, the skirt slipped off my hips with ease.

While this makes me happy at my progress, I am somewhat annoyed now that I'll have to get some things altered if I want to wear them this summer. :)

FIRST WORLD PROBLEM!