Just a short post today; school is back in session, and I’m tired. I love my job, but teaching really takes a lot of energy. And I’m lacking a bit in that department.
I spoke to my Aunt Rosie last night, who said she could tell that I was struggling and that she felt bad for me. I didn’t realize that that was the message people are getting from this blog. I’m really *not* struggling—not every moment of every day, anyway.
Yes, this is hard—and it *is* a period of adjustment, but overall, I am still excited about this journey. I have lost almost thirty pounds since July. This is a great accomplishment. I’m going to be losing weight every week—also a great accomplishment. In two or three months, I’m not going to even remember feeling any frustration, I’m sure. I look back at this blog and am reminded I was in terrible pain right after the surgery, yet today, I don’t really *remember* that pain.
So please don’t misunderstand…none of my friends have yet policed my food—yesterday’s post was anticipatory, if anything. I’m hanging in there, just having good days and bad days—actually, closer to good days and bad moments. And soon, the bad moments will be fewer.
So…I just want to thank you for hanging in there with me this long. Three weeks!! And I’m getting better every day!