I had a bad afternoon yesterday. I got into a fight with my dad on the way home from having my g-tube removed. the fight was over whether or not I'm ready to start driving. I say based on how I feel I'm ready but he thinks that based on what he's been told after his heart and hernia surguries I should wait three more weeks. After I got home yesterday evening all I could think of was how much I wanted a coke and a big bag of potato chips. I didn't eat anything I wasn't supposed to though so I guess that's a victory in it's self. Still feel bad about the fight and still want the coke and chips.

I finally got to come home from my parents house yesterday and am really glad to be back in my own house after almost two weeks. I have lost 20lbs so far and look forward to losing more. I can't wait for next Friday when this stupid g-tube is removed the thing is getting to be a pain in the butt. I hope I can go to sleep when I go back to bed in a few minutes.