This past week, I had an appointment with my relatively new general practitioner. He commended me for my weight loss, and with his next breath, said most of his female patients my age hit a plateau and then stop watching what they eat, recording calories, and start eating junk. I had thought that it wasn’t really thought through by my doctor, because he knows that I need to be positive about this lifestyle change. I decided to cut him some slack, as he really is a good doctor and just was throwing the conversational thoughts out there.He was “spit-balling”, as it were.
I am still under the weather with either early allergies from pollen or a run-of-the-mill head cold. I usually can make due using a saline wash to clear my sinuses out, but it just wasn’t working. When that happens, I have to pull out the big guns: I take a decongestant. Hopefully, I will be ok for work this week and for the Easter holiday. I am hoping , also, that Easter dinner will offer me good choices. As I am going to someone’s house for Easter dinner, I don’t think bringing my own salad would be too good. I just hope that I can get through Easter without it causing my calorie counting to go into overdrive.
It was a beautiful day today, and, on the top of it, it’s my day off. .What better time to go to the doctor!
With my cancer history, I keep my doctor appointments. I learned early after my first diagnosis You have to stay on top of things. It’s a small price to pay to skirt by cancer scares. Actually, today was the first time, in a long while, I looked forward to going to the doctor.
I was thinner!
Anyone who has ever been overweight knows how much you look forward** insert heavy sarcasm here** to getting on a scale in the doctor’s office. Once in a blue moon, you might luck into a nurse about your age. Otherwise, they are always 25 and flowing the Keto diet and there is no fat on them anywhere. No wonder my self esteem always was M.I.A.going there.
Today’s visit was different. I had lost weight for the first time since retiring and moving here. I give the dietician the credit for me getting my act together.Even my blood-work has shown an improvement since deciding to count calories. It is an exec end, almost winning way to start, and I am going to try my damndest to keep it going.
It may not have the equivalent of Willie Wonka’s golden ticket, but good health is always the grand prize.
I took the picture in this blog while I was walking Kasia today. I was amazed at the amount of daffodils planted around here.
Kasia was happy today, as we did our usual route and will tomorrow , but the rest of the week, well, I know she won’t be happy. Mom won’t be here- I’ll be working.
It’s going to be the first time since we moved that we both will be working on the same days. I have to think of meals for us both. Since we are doing the calorie counting, it’s taking some thought into the meal preparation. Hopefully, they’ll come out well. I know Kasia will be happy Mom will be home to make her dinner. Now, if Jim’s dinners for work come out well, everyone will be happy.