It’s a Tuesday Monday again, sorry. In the rain and fog that descended late yesterday afternoon I didn’t quite make it in to the Waldo County Hospital in Belfast, Maine, where I had planned to weigh myself for the 12th time this trip.
But I made it this morning, gave my little spiel to the nice ER triage lady, and before you could say Obamacare I was on a scale. Goggling at the result. Gawping even.
Holy Mackerel, mama! That’s down five pounds/2.25 kg from last week and so far into uncharted territory for me that… Well, I just have no idea. “Diet and exercise, David. Diet and exercise.” All my docs and my dietitian told me that over and over for the past 15 years. Why should I be surprised when the answer turns out to be- diet and exercise.
I am stoked! Three hundred plus pound me, prepare to say goodbye. Forever.