Soda.

I had my first soda today. My favorite soda pre-op was diet Coke so this wasn't an adjustment. My mother told me to take sips and if I don't burp it'll be painful but I am a professional soda burper so I was okay. It was lovely. Not the huge firework explosion I thought it would be but definitely something to write home about! I know a lot of people would disapprove of drinking soda again after surgery but, well, I don't care. I won't start smoking again so I'm drinking soda sometimes. And that's that.
The weight is coming off steadily. I've started exercising; twenty minutes of Turbo Jam and I'm going to add twenty minutes (or approximately one episode of the Justice League) to the elliptical machine my uncle just gave me. He was cleaning out his majorly cluttered borderline hoarder apartment and he didn't want to throw it out so...voila! This is actually great because the winter is here and I can't afford a gym for a while so the kickboxing and the elliptical are great. My exercise addicted roommate told me about resistance bands which take the place of weights. Awesome. I have to get a yoga mat since I chose hatha yoga as the physical education course I'm required to take for my major. I've also been having an obscene amount of sex which, according to Pop-Up Video, burns 360 calories an hour. The way I've been doing it has definitely met and most likely exceeded those expectations. :D
...I'm actually really excited!! Yoga! I never thought I'd do yoga! And I guess that's it for now. :)