So today was my first post-op visit. I'm down 12 pounds. I know that's not as much as some have lost their first two weeks, but for me - THAT'S AWESOME. I've dropped from 267 to 255.

I've learned a few things:

1. One really can get tired of the taste of chocolate. I would never have figured it, but it has happened.

2. I don't like puree. It doesn't matter what it is. I don't like it. So... I'll have mashed taters, and the like, but ah... puree is just not going to happen and I will have to deal and find other ways to feed myself.

3. Jealous coworkers suck. I mean, it's not my fault that she'd rather remain where she's at and just whine about it rather than get off her ample rear end and do something about her problems like I have begun to do.

4. Walking helps. Last night, for instance, I wanted food so badly. Real food. Like the family was eating. I got mad. Then I put my shoes on and walked until I was no longer craving and hungry, and too tired to be mad. It felt good. It felt so good I took the steps up to the doctor's office this moring.

5. I need new walking shoes. Mine are apparently worn out.

I was released by the dr. today to start running calls again (volunteer ff/first responder), and I can start swimming again. :biggrin:

Now, if I could just figure out how to puree a ribeye without ruining the taste........