Here's Chris' third picture on the 10th. He's down to 259 -- which is 49 pounds lost since his pre-op appointment. I know when he hits 250 he's going to be asking for a massage or a tattoo or a motorcycle. It seems that Dusty decided, once again, that he wanted to be part of the action. He loves his Daddy. Digit is a Daddy's girl, too.
We got the bloodwork back on Chris from the appointment in August, and he was doing better with the hydration. Dr. Mallea has ordered monthly bloodwork for a while to see how/if things stabilize.
We're waiting on a shipment of special bariatric chewable vitamins and hope those arrive soon. (Although I think Chris is looking more forward to the carb-free/sugar-free pancake mix & syrup. Aren't you, honey?) In the meantime, he'd better be taking his Flintstones chewables.
We did hit a new milestone today. Are you sitting down? A container of milk EXPIRED in our fridge -- and a half gallon, nonetheless! This has not happened for the nearly 11 years Chris and I have cohabitated. It blows my mind. He used to be a 3-gallon-a-week drinker.
So far, it doesn't seem that he's found himself intolerant of any foods he has tried. Salad went OK and he's eating beef, too. My friend from Grangeville said she planned to bring some venison and/or elk in October and he's chomping at the bit to try that too. He'll have to wrestle it from my dad. I hope they can share. :)