That's what you could have done when I stepped on the scale this morning and it registered 113#. The last time I weighed 113 was probably when I was 11 or 12. I's going to be long haul to get my appetite back, but I'm not going to rush it. Donald brought me 8 cupcakes this morning, and is bringing me shrimp for dinner this evening, but I can still only eat a small amount of food at a time.
I stepped out to get the mail this afternoon and was surprised at how warm it was outside. I think tomorrow will be the same, but then 3 days of rain and 60 degree weather. I shouldn't complain except that I will soon have to be out pulling up grass and weeds.
Thanks again for all the comments and good wishes for my recovery. I still have my sometimes-warped sense of humor, so I know I'm going to make it.