World’s Worst Blogger

I should officially be fired from blogging. Sorry about that. This is why I never kept a diary or a journal as a kid. Writing this over my lunch break at work. The guilt is real people.

Things have been humming along. I had a one month follow up appointment on December 3rd. At that point I was down around 34lbs! I am trying not to weigh myself too often because it can be a bit of a head trip. I have definitely lost weight since then. My clothes are baggy and I see a difference in my face. My next appointment is at the end of January. I think I’ll probably weigh myself on the 3rd of every month.

As far as everything else goes, I started to feel like myself again right around the one month mark. The stitches dissolved and all of the soreness around my belly button subsided. For a while, it felt as though I had pulled a muscle or torn stitches. The hypochondriac in me wanted to panic. The tiny bit of me that is logical called the doctor. Apparently this is all very common and no cause for concern. Phew.

Last week was the much anticipated Northport Chorale holiday concert. It went really well. I even had a little solo in the middle of “Christmastime is Here”. My crazy family and nutty friends came to support us, which was really nice.

Pat and I are ramping up to Christmas. Our annual party is next Saturday. We have lots to do between now and then, like uhhh, decorate our tree. See, the blog isn’t the only thing that’s been neglected! I also have yet to start Christmas shopping. It’s strange. Thanksgiving was really early this year but I feel more rushed to get everything done.

I’m going to make a concerted effort to keep up with this more often. Maybe just not as much as pre-surgery….

Happy Holidays!

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