Right back at the end of November, I was diagnosed with gallstones. I was some amount over 350 pounds and at risk for diabetes. Back in March, I got my gallbladder removed.

10 months later, I'm down to 260 pounds. I've gone from having a full plate of chicken tenders and fries every day to having a vegan boca burger every day. I've stopped having a full bag of tortilla chips and a heaping bowl of salsa to having half a pound of top round steak.

Aside from not hurting from gallstones, I feel pretty much exactly the same, but every day I get encouraging compliments on how much progress I've made. Being a cynical person, I still can't actually see any difference in myself in the mirror, just an awareness that I constantly need to wear a belt, and knowing that anything I eat with fat in it has to be handled entirely by my liver, so fat and grease equal liver strain; I must regard things like potato chips and greasy sausage like they're moonshine without the buzz. I've switched many things out for low-sugar alternatives; low sugar ketchup legitimately tastes great, I recommend it to anyone, way more tomatoey.

Turning 29 on the 21st. That sad realization that I've been working in part time retail for a full third of my life now. Running out of 20's. Filing for every accounting position I see cross my Monster feed.

Re-addicted to WoW, so I've been spending my nights in Azeroth instead of drawing. Sorry, just haven't had the time or motivation or ideas for drawing lately. Kinda considered coloring some old stuff for 8/8 but yeah nope.