Had my physical yesterday. I feel like a I failed a test, ha! I now have a cholesterol med added to my list of necessary drugs, oy. I have to schedule a stress test because my doctor was more alarmed than I was about a tightness in my chest when I exercise--ie, not sitting semi-comatose, reading porn. So. Not the greatest news, but not the worst. Strangely, I lost a few pounds, no idea how.
This comes at a time when I'm feeling kind of fragile. Not really bad, bad, but the kind of bad where you're tootling along, all whistle and bluebird-on-your-shoulder when something says, "Hey, why are you smiling?" Crash. Fortunately, it doesn't take long at all to blow over. In fact, right now, I'm just hot and crabby. Because here in my house, scientifically designed to thwart cross-breezes or sunlight, it's dark and humid and overly-warm. Like a cave. Or an armpit. More sharing? No? Okay then. ;)
This comes at a time when I'm feeling kind of fragile. Not really bad, bad, but the kind of bad where you're tootling along, all whistle and bluebird-on-your-shoulder when something says, "Hey, why are you smiling?" Crash. Fortunately, it doesn't take long at all to blow over. In fact, right now, I'm just hot and crabby. Because here in my house, scientifically designed to thwart cross-breezes or sunlight, it's dark and humid and overly-warm. Like a cave. Or an armpit. More sharing? No? Okay then. ;)
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6/19/16 06:20 am (UTC)I was surprised, my weight was only up a pound or two, the rest of the numbers only "slightly" elevated. She upped my thyroid meds, but otherwise left everything alone. OH sees her too, and she wants us both to eat veg instead of oatmeal for breakfast--in fact, to cut grains and carbs out as nearly completely as we can, and eat pounds of veg every meal, every day. Now, I can stuff a bunch of celery and kale in the blender three times a day and swill it down. I'm sure not going to waste time and effort chewing it, or tasting it longer than I have to.
There comes a moment when you go--is there a *point* to living without the comfort and enjoyment of at least *some* of your food? I vote moderation. A bit more sparse moderation than we've already been practicing, maybe. But not denying every morsel of goodness in what we eat, either.
I so have to be better about moving--the shortness of breath? Yeah. That shouldn't happen as often as it has been lately. But they don't call me Jabba for nothin'.
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6/20/16 01:31 am (UTC)LOL!! You crack me up!