My annual physical is scheduled for the middle of next week.
I had my blood work done ahead of time so the information will be available for the doctor at the time of my physical. The numbers are about what you would expect from an overweight guy who is almost sixty.
I was moaning about the timing of the physical. Can there be a worse time to have your blood work done than after the gluttony of the holiday season? Cheese logs, generous libations, ham, sweet taters, mashed taters, gravy, breakfasts out with company, desserts...oh the desserts!
The other thing that conspires against favorable "numbers" is that it takes a great deal of discipline to exercise. For one thing, there is less time for exercise when entertaining. For another, the weather outside is discouraging. It is hard to walk outside when the roads are covered in slush or ice.
Another factor is that dieting makes the temperature seem 15 degrees colder. We are genetically programed to eat when it is cold.
Mrs ERJ's take on the situation is a little different. "Deal with it. December and January are 1/6th of your life. The numbers are real. If you don't like the numbers than do something about it."
I don't like the numbers and told Mrs ERJ so.
The last few weeks Mrs ERJ has made a project out of me. She drags me out walking every other day regardless of the weather. She feeds me leafy greens. Fried foods are now forbidden. I get the impression that she wants to keep me around for a while.
For my part I am doing portion control and gave up my nightly tipple. I also bought a bathroom scale because our last scale disappeared.
Weighing myself weekly has been disappointing. According to the scale I had gained weight after the first week. This morning was the end of the second week and I am a bit below my starting weight.
I started at 213 and this morning's weight was 210. And for the Canadians who are reading, that is pounds, not kilograms.