I’ve been under 250 lbs since publishing this post about 3 weeks ago.
Only lost about 1lb in 3 weeks, but am maintaining the weight loss while eating and drinking normally. I went on a fast for 3 days last weekend, and soon hovered in the low 240s, but what is the point of that?
You usually get it right back, at least I do, if I crash fast.
Went to the doc yesterday, to check out what I thought was a torn ligament in my right knee.
The good news I just have some slight arthritis there (I am, after all, 71), and moving out that furniture from my late mum’s house made it kind seems like I tore my MCL, but x-rays revealed that was not the case. The doc gave me a shot of hydrocortisone, and my knee immediately felt better.
I am seeing my regular doctor next week, the one who this past Feb wanted to put me on statins when I weighed around 275 — only two and a half months ago, when I went in for my annual checkup.
I declined the statins and said I will prove to him that I can lower my cholesterol count on my own without drugs.
He relented, and said okay prove it.
So far so good.
There are a lot of benefits to losing 25 lbs, but I need to take it down to 235 lbs to go from obese to merely overweight.
Since I seem to be losing 8lbs a month, I should hit 235 lbs by the end of June. I know it is to going to get harder to shed pounds from here on in, so I am going to have to start on my exercise program. That is the suggestion of the doctor who gave me the steroid shot.
I have a comprehensive range of types of exercises that I intend to start doing — which I will discuss in future posts. I might even start posting before and after shots to show the progress I am making. But it is premature to do that right now.
It was a big deal selling the house in NY.
But now I have to fix and sell another one this summer in Florida.
So things are going to start getting pretty busy next week, again, but for now I am enjoying being lighter on my feet and being able to fit in pants that are several sizes smaller that I could manage just earlier this year.
Being fat destroys your self image.
I don’t for one minute buy the crap in these TV commercials that portray fat people dancing around with glee.
Being fat is not a happy thing.
Being fat is more like a killer thing, a sure ticket to early death, after having one’s self confidence destroyed at the shock of seeing how much one has changed over the years.
I consider myself extremely lucky that I have managed to lose 25 lbs or so with resorting to Ozempic and its ilk.
But now I am going to have to get serious.
I have to do the one thing I truly hate to do, which is exercise — which is not easy to do when you hit your 70s.
Yet exercising is the only way I am going to get to my ultimate goal of getting down to around 190 or so — which at the moment seems like a very distant goal.
But I have a feeling I am going to get there.
Maybe I won’t, but I am cautiously optimistic, as the phrase goes.
No, no ozempic!