Sad but true...

As most everyone knows I've got these very pesky and inconvenient health issues to deal with. And after several months I think I've finally managed to get my head around everything...no, I don't necessarily like it all - but being unhappy, depressed and bitchy about it all isn't going to change a thing and just make me and everyone I love and care about unhappy and maybe not love and care about me!

So, part of my personal campaign and crusade is to get myself as healthy and 'in shape' as I possibly can. Friends - vanity is no longer the issue - it really is about life and living to see my grandchildren and nieces and nephew grow up into the fabulously amazing and successful people I know they are all going to be. To get a lung transplant gotta be within 30% of my ideal body wieght....so since I'm craving at least a sense of a little bit of 'control' in a situation that has been and to a large extent will always be way out of my control this get healthy crusade IS something I can control.

Dieting per se is a stupid concept - it's a setup for failure, it's a bandaid concept. No, girls and boys, it really is about a paradigm shift...what you eat, why you eat, how you eat, when you eat, where you eat....kinda takes all the fun out of it doesn't it?!?!?

So, in addition to the obvious 'eating' part of this crusade there is the inevitable dirty word....exercise. Now, I'm not morally opposed to exercise, really at this point it's become more about my ability to breathe when I'm exgaged in activing - anything more than walking about 10 yards makes me tired to think about it. BUT - I come from a very long line of bucker-uppers - and I learned a long time ago that sometimes you have to suck it up, and that most things in life that are worth having and have meaning very seldom come easily....you know the 'character builders' of life. (Really, at this point in my life don't ya all think I've got more than enough character...)

Sorry, I digress.... Anyway a little more than a month ago a friend of mine from church (that'll teach her for offering to do whatever she can to be of help and support!!!") started going to Curves....the exercise place for women. I've pretty faithfully gone at least three times per week....rolling out of the sack and onto the floor about 0615 so I can get there by 0700....everyday I have to remind myself why exactly it is I'm doing this to myself!!!

A week ago tomorrow was the first wiegh-in, remeasurement....yes as if it isn't humbling/humiliating enough that they weigh you they measure you....everywhere - arms, thighs, butt, gut, waist. Well, I knew I'd lost a little weight, but in the first month I lost eight inches from the various measure areas.

Yeah, yeah - that is great news, but the sad part is that there were eight inches to loose....and the even sadder news there are many more to loose!!!! Don't get me wrong, I really am delighted....BUT, are you kidding me....I want to say, "how did this happen"....but again, I know the answer to that question and really, I don't like it much!!!!!

Oh well...so, I'm off to the kitchen to grab a nice sweet....apple!!!