Okay, now that my ego has stopped stinging, what my doc actually said was that I was borderline overweight, not obese. Normal BMI is 18.5-24.9 and mine is 23.6.
See, I was the skinny chick that everyone hated. When I was in high school, up through my late 20's actually, I weighed around 115-120. At five feet eight inches in height. I ate like a trucker. When I was in my twenties, my cholesterol levels ran around 90, all good, no bad.
Now I'm old and fat and falling apart.
So, I've recommitted myself to getting back to my previous exercise routine which was one time through Van Morrison's Moondance CD on my good old Tony Little Gazelle every day I don't work a 12 hour shift. (hey, it's about the only thing I can do that won't kill my knees). I've got my vitamins and supplements all fresh and lined up, ready to go. (I was anemic too.)
I've got water. I've got fresh fruit and salad fixings. I had an emotional good bye scene at the Bi-Lo with all my favorite sausages and breads and jelly beans and cashews and almonds and Little Debbie snack cakes.
See, my problem is that I'm an all or nothing kind of gal. Once I am in to my routine, I will keep at it. But the minute I slack off, I'll stop and it takes me forever to get back to it.
And now that I've made a public confession and commitment, I'll be too embarrassed to slack off (at least in the next few weeks when I could still talk myself out of it, just for today. Long enough to make it to that I-feel-too-much-better-to-stop stage.
Loki sez: Exercise is overrated! Naps are what's good for you.
Thor sez: Exercise is great! Wait...naps are good for you?