I'm home from Houston where I met with the surgeon and a slew of other people. Turns out, I am down now to 46 full pounds off of me, and I can hardly believe it. I mean, that's like four measly pounds away from the big 5-0!
Whoa. The puzzling thing is that, although I look a LITTLE trimmer, a LITTLE less full in the face, a LITTLE flatter in the gut, I'm still as big as a house. I guess I just thought fifty pounds would look more drastic than it does. Merely proves that I've got a long way to go.
Everyone I talked with today was very pleased with my progress, and very complimentary. They all looked delicious.
One week from tonight I will be back in Houston, holing up in a Hawthorn Suite with a buddy, preparing for the procedure the next morning. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep the night before?