Today (the 8th) is my three month anniversary… and by luck of the calendar is the 13 week mark as well. I am right at.. or maybe even just under 250 pounds… which means nearly 130 pounds lost.

In some ways it feels like it’s been… ages. I barely remember being in the hospital. The weeks of liquid diet, pureed foods, they are distant memories.

Instead, I’ve been having fun with some cooking this week, I’m looking forward to yet some more paintball this coming weekend. Of course I’m always working on getting more exercis, and other than a couple rather minor dumping episodes, and some general funkyness the other week, overall I’m feeling great. Even more so, I’m feeling pretty damn lucky.

There’s this woman in my support group… I talked with her for a few minutes last night. She’s got a different sort of anniversary this week, one she’s not celebrating very much.  1 month from surgery… and she’s still in the hospital.