I had pizza for the first time in more than three months. I had intended my first attempt at pizza to be from a good place, but I've just not gotten there yet (it's really out of the way). Work had free pizza, so I took a slice (and ate less than a quarter of it). While it was low quality stuff, I still enjoyed it (and it didn't make me sick or anything, yay).
In ten days I'll be three months post-surgery. The next big milestone food-wise is six months out (at which time I can try eating beef and corn and probably some other things I've forgotten).
I'm not anywhere near as depressed as I was the first month or two. I guess this whole new life has become the new normal for me. It's still depressing when I think about it, but I guess I don't think about it as much. I never knew how much enjoyment comes from food. Oh well.
In non-food news, I'm spending most of my time RPing, which is great. It's my favorite way to spend time. I have a great new RP partner who is a really good fit. He's about my age, which is becoming less and less common online, and our tastes in RP fit really, really well (which is also pretty uncommon). Our hours aren't a perfect match (he's disabled, he doesn't work, thus stays up all night and sleeps all day, while I have to sleep early because I work early), but he's usually awake by the time I come home from work, so that's good enough. It just kills me to have to log off "early" when there are so many more hours we could write together.
Hopefully it won't be another two weeks before I post again...