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Guys. April 12th. San Diego Wild Animal Park. GROUP HUG. Come on, you know you want to go. Carpools from my part of the world forming up now. You want to go? Now's the time - we'll be stopping in San Jacinto and other points east if people want/need the ride. Speak up, full stop. (We may even be able to find some passes. Ask me.)

Yesterday was doctor visits - I got two out of my five yearlies out of the way, go me. Which ones?

Yearly physical, and yearly eye check. The latter is cauing me more grief,as I had to part with one of my pairs of glasses to get the lenses changed. Instead of changing into those pair, I am looking at *everything* (including computer screens) with the progressive pair. Needless to say, I do not dig looking at the screen with the back of my head lying on my spine. Ten days. Bah.

But the yearly was the big prize.

I have kept the weight I lost in 2006/07 off - with a wiggle of +/- 3 pounds - and I went in yesterday at the heavier end of that scale.

BP 110/60.

I am coming off the hypertensive medication I've been on since 2000. It had only been just a wee bit, mind. But I've also been off anything with pseudoepinephrine in it (Nyquil being my favorite), because I went into the office with an upper-respiratory, and blew the meter at 210/180 on it. Also, fifty pounds heavier.

No, I didn't go to the gym, take up power dodgeball or any such thing. I have the gym membership - I just hate the place and don't go. Admitted freely.

All I did was stop eating everything on my plate. In all honesty, that's it in a nutshell.

I don't go through a pound of chocolate as a snack sitting at the computer anymore. I don't keep cookies in the house as part of the weekly shopping trip. I'm more likely to have a veggie burger instead of a cheeseburger - and these days, prefer them. They cook up faster and have less cleanup. No, they don't taste like "the real thing" - but I don't think the real thing is that tasty to begin with. Haven't run into anything veggie I hated the taste of yet, to be honest. It tastes good - and that's the whole point. (Green bell peppers still make me sneer. Pass.)

I use the oven more. I bought a steamer at the asian market and use it constantly.

I just w00ted a 3.5 lb cheeseball, too. I'm going to do what any reasonable cheesehead does in that case - I'm calling Tommy and setting a date for a huge party. We'll shove it back to the 60's - that's what cheese and crackers make me think of, at least. FONDUE! (Oh wait, that's the 70's.) But I ain't going alone.

I drink a ton of tea. I also love sake and beer.

But love does not mean food. Love is answering the phone and listening. Love is having people over and making them watch bad television. Love is taking a walk instead. Love is taking the metro into town for a show.

Don't want to hear about genetics. I have a great-grandmother in my genetic history who died in her bed, 700+ lbs. I have a sister who could almost be twice my size, and a niece who surely is. My mother did WW herself. Her sister did TOPS and has had both knees replaced, and has arthritis in every weight-bearing point. Do I need to say why?

(Mom's doing so well, she's gone back to volunteering at the hospital. There's your other status report.)

I had the diabetic husband.

Guys, I'm here to tell you it's possible - worse - it's normal.

It's not really fair to use the pizza comparison, as I really don't like the stuff - but one piece of pizza? Probably enough, if you're my size (5'6" and female). Yeah, a veggie with it would be nice - but I wouldn't make you eat the salad without dressing. Why not a baked potato? SURE. I steam beets and dress them in a little rice vinegar. Nom nom.

Leave the butter in the dairy case and go get a can of butter-flavored spray from the aisle instead. (Hey, it tastes like that because you're spraying TOO MUCH ON. Back it off. It'll work. Trust me.)

But I'm not touting a cuisine thing here. (Have said a word about looks yet, and won't.)

I don't have to keep poisoning myself to stay alive.

I didn't have to take up a sport I hated.

I just stopping "treating" myself. I treat myself better these days, thank you. It has to be delicious, or I don't bother.

And I play more video games. That's what I do if I'm bored..

Guys. April 12th. San Diego Wild Animal Park. GROUP HUG. Come on, you know you want to go. Carpools from my part of the world forming up now. You want to go? Now's the time - we'll be stopping in San Jacinto and other points east if people want/need the ride. Speak up, full stop. (We may even be able to find some passes. Ask me.)

Yesterday was doctor visits - I got two out of my five yearlies out of the way, go me. Which ones?

Yearly physical, and yearly eye check. The latter is cauing me more grief,as I had to part with one of my pairs of glasses to get the lenses changed. Instead of changing into those pair, I am looking at *everything* (including computer screens) with the progressive pair. Needless to say, I do not dig looking at the screen with the back of my head lying on my spine. Ten days. Bah.

But the yearly was the big prize.

I have kept the weight I lost in 2006/07 off - with a wiggle of +/- 3 pounds - and I went in yesterday at the heavier end of that scale.

BP 110/60.

I am coming off the hypertensive medication I've been on since 2000. It had only been just a wee bit, mind. But I've also been off anything with pseudoepinephrine in it (Nyquil being my favorite), because I went into the office with an upper-respiratory, and blew the meter at 210/180 on it. Also, fifty pounds heavier.

No, I didn't go to the gym, take up power dodgeball or any such thing. I have the gym membership - I just hate the place and don't go. Admitted freely.

All I did was stop eating everything on my plate. In all honesty, that's it in a nutshell.

I don't go through a pound of chocolate as a snack sitting at the computer anymore. I don't keep cookies in the house as part of the weekly shopping trip. I'm more likely to have a veggie burger instead of a cheeseburger - and these days, prefer them. They cook up faster and have less cleanup. No, they don't taste like "the real thing" - but I don't think the real thing is that tasty to begin with. Haven't run into anything veggie I hated the taste of yet, to be honest. It tastes good - and that's the whole point. (Green bell peppers still make me sneer. Pass.)

I use the oven more. I bought a steamer at the asian market and use it constantly.

I just w00ted a 3.5 lb cheeseball, too. I'm going to do what any reasonable cheesehead does in that case - I'm calling Tommy and setting a date for a huge party. We'll shove it back to the 60's - that's what cheese and crackers make me think of, at least. FONDUE! (Oh wait, that's the 70's.) But I ain't going alone.

I drink a ton of tea. I also love sake and beer.

But love does not mean food. Love is answering the phone and listening. Love is having people over and making them watch bad television. Love is taking a walk instead. Love is taking the metro into town for a show.

Don't want to hear about genetics. I have a great-grandmother in my genetic history who died in her bed, 700+ lbs. I have a sister who could almost be twice my size, and a niece who surely is. My mother did WW herself. Her sister did TOPS and has had both knees replaced, and has arthritis in every weight-bearing point. Do I need to say why?

(Mom's doing so well, she's gone back to volunteering at the hospital. There's your other status report.)

I had the diabetic husband.

Guys, I'm here to tell you it's possible - worse - it's normal.

It's not really fair to use the pizza comparison, as I really don't like the stuff - but one piece of pizza? Probably enough, if you're my size (5'6" and female). Yeah, a veggie with it would be nice - but I wouldn't make you eat the salad without dressing. Why not a baked potato? SURE. I steam beets and dress them in a little rice vinegar. Nom nom.

Leave the butter in the dairy case and go get a can of butter-flavored spray from the aisle instead. (Hey, it tastes like that because you're spraying TOO MUCH ON. Back it off. It'll work. Trust me.)

But I'm not touting a cuisine thing here. (Have said a word about looks yet, and won't.)

I don't have to keep poisoning myself to stay alive.

I didn't have to take up a sport I hated.

I just stopping "treating" myself. I treat myself better these days, thank you. It has to be delicious, or I don't bother.

And I play more video games. That's what I do if I'm bored..