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Taking stock
May. 24th, 2007 09:04 pmI see by the by the calendar that it has been a year and two weeks since I decided to set down my fork and step away from the table.
I took off thirty pounds last summer. I've kept all of it off, although efforts to move off that plateau and shave off a bit more ballast have not yet been successful.
I have continued to walk two miles a day five days a week whether I feel like it or not. I mostly feel like it.
I eat what I like, I just don't eat stupidly any more.
If I get hit by a bus tomorrow, the donor card I signed might actually furnish someone in desperate need with a viable heart instead of a useless hunk of meat. Or kidneys, or whatever.
If I last longer than that, I have a decent shot at not following the family tradition of getting diabetes. Or stroke. Or heart problems.
I will not be driving all the way to Quincy this weekend, I am saving the gas money for my Pennsic fund. Instead, I will say goodbye to The Fat Clothes and clean out my closet.
I took off thirty pounds last summer. I've kept all of it off, although efforts to move off that plateau and shave off a bit more ballast have not yet been successful.
I have continued to walk two miles a day five days a week whether I feel like it or not. I mostly feel like it.
I eat what I like, I just don't eat stupidly any more.
If I get hit by a bus tomorrow, the donor card I signed might actually furnish someone in desperate need with a viable heart instead of a useless hunk of meat. Or kidneys, or whatever.
If I last longer than that, I have a decent shot at not following the family tradition of getting diabetes. Or stroke. Or heart problems.
I will not be driving all the way to Quincy this weekend, I am saving the gas money for my Pennsic fund. Instead, I will say goodbye to The Fat Clothes and clean out my closet.
