So my normal Friday Night Ritual used to be to get off work, drive straight to my fave chicken wing place and get 15 well seasoned, plain fried wings. I don't do sauce, only ranch dip. I also get 2 ginger ale's, take it home and catch up on the DVR. Such a nice relaxing Friday night, prepping for the weekend that is usually full of hair appointments, grocery shopping, what have you.

So I hadn't had a normal Friday night in about two months because of the pre surgery diet and then the near month since surgery. This week I told myself that if I lost more than two lbs at my weigh in that I'd go get myself some wings. So yesterday I did just that.

I got 10 wings instead of 15, because let's not be ridiculous. I knew full well I'd not be able to eat 10 wings in one sitting but this way I could have some leftovers.

Normally I can get in at least 8 before I start to feel full.

Last night? Two wings. TWO! I could shove in a third one if my life depended on it but TWO WINGS AND I WAS FULL OMG.

I just had some for lunch. TWO.

I'm still in the shock and awe stage of how little I can eat. TWO WINGS!