Long Time No See!
Hey there. Just putting up a note to let you know that I’m still alive, that I still consider this my online home, and that I’ll be posting here, at least sporadically, for as long as I possibly can. For the few of you who read this (that’s right: you, you, and um… you, back there, with the red sweater), I haven’t abandoned this site!
Nor have I abandoned my quest toward greater health. I’ve been negligent in posting my weight for the last couple weeks, but with good reason. It has to do with little words like “tumor” and “cancer” and a big revelation at the end where we discover it really had nothing to do with little words like “tumor” and “cancer” after all. Sometimes life throws those little scares at you, and there’s not a whole lot you can do except wait for them to sort themselves out, but in the meantime even those of us as laid back as yours truly (and I do tend toward the lethargic!) can pop into worry-mode and start wondering what the outcome is going to be. Needless to say, the lump in my throat is neither cancer nor is it emotion; it’s just a cyst, and the endocrinologist who did the tests is just going to leave it there for now, since the darn thing doesn’t seem to be hurting me anyway. I’ll have to go back in April for another series of tests (in which they jab at my neck with a three inch needle, rummaging around inside to pull out some cell samples, all without the benefit of anesthesia), but overall I’ve got a clean bill of health.
This, of course, brings me back into reality wherein I scoff at my waffling (and I did indeed waffle on the whole weight loss thing during said cancer scare – I was a human Eggo™ with a tiny ego, sort of the anti-Beeblebrox, if you will, wondering if I should even bother, a flippity-floppity dance I eventually overcame) and return to a world where I’m still seriously overweight and need to reduce my manly girth to more reasonable proportions. (Say… we’re carbon-based life-forms. Does that mean our effective size is our individual “carbon footprint”? Yes, I’m laughing at that one. No, it wasn’t funny to you. I get that. For some reason it just resonated as hilarious to me.)
To that end, here is last week’s weigh-in. For those keeping score (and there might be one or two of you left), I’m down two pounds from the previous visit to the scale, putting me at 449 pounds. That’s right, for the first time in seven years, I’m under 450 pounds. I figured I’d post it today, since I’ve got another weigh-in tomorrow, and if I gain weight, I at least want this moment to be recorded. For me, this is a pretty major accomplishment, and means that, all in all, I’ve dropped eighty six pounds since my highest weight. This calls for celebration. Someone get me some ice cream.
Or not.
The last couple weeks, my gym has been moving, meaning they’ve packed up their equipment and hauled it across town, not that the building sprouted legs and started dancing. They’ve got a larger facility with more equipment now, which is great, but I haven’t had access to the place for almost three weeks, which sucks like a puppy on its momma’s teat. I’ll be back to the gym next Monday, though, now that they’re open again, and glad for that, too.
All in all, no huge tale or inspiration this week, just a post to let you folks know what’s going on.
I’ll be back soon!
