Huzzah

All clear at the doctors and had one hell of a weekend in terms of recovery.  I've still got a little discomfort in the throat, and yawning is incredibly difficult (feels like something is going to snap in there) but I imagine it's just muscles stretching back into shape that haven't been used in ages.

So this week I'm back to work at my office job, seeing how that goes.  I can't foresee any difficulties but you never know when you've been laid out for a fortnight and not eating.  I'm going to avoid University this week, I just can't see a full day of standing shouting to a lecture hall doing my any good so soon.  It's a bit of a mess there (we're only a 2 man team on the course I teach) but can't afford to chance more time off.

I'm fairly sure I've put a few pounds back on in the last 48 hours, but to be quite honest I don't care.  I've been enjoying the simple privilege of being able to eat again.  Never ever underestimate how joyous it is.  Two weeks of water and vitamin tablets doesn't do anyone any favours (and some days I couldn't even manage the tablets; suppository painkillers are the way forward here).

I'm itching to get back on the bike and back at the gym.  Saying that I'm not bothered about a few pounds on is true, but it stops there.  I dropped from 18st 11lbs (263lb) to 17st 11lb (249lb) so I really want to capitalise on this "jump start" as it were. Clothes that were tight to bursting seems in autumn now fall off me (I really, really, really, really need a new belt incidentally) and I'd prefer they stay that way.

Weight Watchers tomorrow night again, see what they put my final weight at for the recovery period!