Progress Report
Yesterday at work, I got several compliments about how good I looked. Then I bumped into an old colleague who I recognized immediately, but it took a minute or two for him to realize that it was me!
Sooner that I imagined, I have to start digging through old clothes to find something that fits. My shirts are hanging like tents, my pants look like I am smuggling a kid or something and even my "tighty whiteys" are behaving like boxers.
Today at 6 weeks out, I am down to 350, down 42 since surgery, and down 78 since my initial consultation.