Judging by the closure of my suit jacket, I'm getting to the weight I was when I got out of the hospital last year. Not there yet, not for a while still, but it's coming. It's going down in front and off my thighs, but not yet on the handles or on my back. I could exercise for that specifically, or I can just keep doing what I'm doing and something will happen eventually.
The booze is still down. I've also cut out the glass of orange juice before bed. I thought it was a healthy thing to do, but apparently it's not.
New routines. All these new routines. They stink. No fun at all.