If the doctor is to be believed, I'm slightly better, overall. Platelet count inched up on the last blood board, the swelling in my liver and spleen are receding a touch. (My liver won't fully recover unless they put in a stent to relieve the portal hypertension.) Weight's down from 266 in June to 240. I have been given a challenge to have it down to 225 by March. The BIG dietary test is now coming up. I told Connie, the basics this year. I still ended up getting a 22 pound turkey. LOL! And I bought a fresh smoked Boston butt from a fundraiser at work. Delivery day is tomorrow. Still spreading out turkey, ham, a SMALL bowl of homemade mashed potatoes, in-the-bird cranberry-sage stuffing, cornbread dressing, a couple loaves of fresh baked bread, cranberry sauce, and two bottles of Leibfraumilch. That's it. Everyone else can bring a covered dish and dessert. I'm going full-on caveman and sticking with the meat and wine. A spoonful of the starches is enough for me. Then in four weeks, we get to be at Mom's. Another run through the gauntlet. I'm weighing myself Wednesday, then New Year's Eve. If I can at least keep the same number on the scale, I'm declaring it a thundering success. LOL! Now, we plan on going here on the 23rd.
Let's see what's on the menu: