I try not to share personal stuff about anyone but myself, as much as possible, but I do want to call out how proud I am of my hubby, without revealing too much. Yesterday my hubby had to travel to deal with some acrimonious legal dealings that have been stressing us out for a long time. The good news is that he handled himself perfectly, the other party showed their true (crazy) colors for everyone to see, and the result was the best news for him and our family that we have had in a long time.
The bad news is that as he was checking into his hotel the night before, he slipped on a loose piece of carpet and fell down a flight of stairs.
So after he got home from the trip (knowing the whole time that he had broken his arm, but not wanting to miss the hearing he was there for) I took him to the ER, where we found out he broke his wrist and will need surgery.
Sigh. Luckily I am recovered, but he is our daughter's primary caregiver while I am working, so this complicates things for us all. Poor guy. He's handling it all with a lot of grace, but it's difficult.
As for life with the sleeve, my weight loss is going great. I'm still losing a couple pounds a week, which I am super happy about. Right now I am at -32 lbs which is just over 10 lbs per month. I am finding that I am less hungry than I was a couple months ago, which seems opposite of a lot of people's experience with the sleeve. I am getting better at gauging how much to eat, but I still occasionally misjudge. The hardest thing for me is not nibbling as I sit with my family after I know I am done eating. I know the best thing would be to just get up, but I feel like our meals are abnormal enough, I want to be with my family when they eat. But my habit is to keep "picking" and those extra 1 or 2 bites are almost always my downfall.
I feel really good, and really hopeful about the future, which is something that is a long time in coming.