Coming up on three weeks since surgery and for the last week I have had a voracious appetite. Thinking three meals ahead! A good thing because I’ve lost weight in the last six months. Down from 140 to 125. (Yes, I look like Nazi death camp survivor) 

I now know this weight loss was almost certainly due to undiagnosed acute diverticulitis which got tossed into the medical waste receptacle with my benign mass. Where was I? Right, my weight.

My goal is to get back to 140 by my 78th birthday (March 8) which means I need to gain ~1 pound every week, which I’m told is doable. Bowl of butter pecan ice cream at bedtime, big Towne Grill breakfast… easy peasy.