A Lucky Guy

I don't miss many days/posts, but yesterday was a bad computer day. It started when I spent several hours editing photos from our recent Lake Tahoe/family reunion trip. To make a long sad story shorter, I ended up loosing my work and restoring several months worth of junk out of my recycle bin. In the end I slammed the cover of my laptop shut and resisted an extreme compulsion to drop-kick my computer out the window.

By the time I realized I hadn't posted for the day it was late and I had no energy left to tackle the evil machine. That's unfortunate, it was a big day.

I hit a huge psychological milestone yesterday. I'm down exactly 59 pounds. More important, I'm no longer in the two-fifties. I haven't been less than two-fifty since sometime in 1993. I'm under no illusion; I know I'm still a big guy, but I'm moving in the right direction.

Michelle has told me several times she isn't sure if the surgery was on my stomach or my mind. My outlook on food, what I will and wont eat, has changed so much. Just yesterday she pointed out one of my favorite old snacks. I looked at the label and told her no thanks. It was just a bunch of empty calories; nothing worth eating. Her response: who are you?

I'll have good days and bad days. It's called life. These days I'm riding high. I have hope. The future looks good from where I'm standing.

I'm a lucky guy.