My Pat-on-the-Back Posting

So, at the end of August, I had a very, very depressing physical with my doctor. I’d gained back some 15 lbs of the 45 or so I’ve lost in the last couple years. I was wheezing, had been sick for a few weeks and would get sick again three weeks later, too, and just generally felt like shit.

My doctor gave me a very stern “this is your reality check” kind of lecture, told me I knew how to reverse it, I’d done it before, and it was imperative I did it again now, or the slippery slope would go downhill very fast.

I haven’t been weighing myself because I don’t think health is about a number, it’s about feeling good, having energy, and having a good attitude and a willingness to work hard to get where you want to go.

That said, I weighed myself this morning after scarfing down a monster bowl of oatmeal and three cups of delivious coffee, and I’m officially down 12 lbs, and that’s without really getting fired up on a workout program… the first time I’ve ever succeeded in losing weight via changing my eating plan.

Ooh. This is gonna get good. :) I officially began My Nemesis today… a 15-floor highrise down the street that I’m climbing stairs at. My calves will hate me by the end of today, but right now I’m embracing the smug.

Have an excellent day. I’ll write about something less me-centric in the next day or so.