Doctor appointment

I don't know anyone who loves to go to the doctor.  At its best it is a nuisance and time consuming thing.  At its worst it could be the beginning of a really bad trip.

For over twenty years I went knowing I was over weight and out of shape.  I chalked that off to having children and getting older.  My body was not aging gracefully and I assumed it was part of my birthright.  Most of the women in our family got heftier and slower and more sedentary as they grew older.

Then last year my doctor said I had type two diabetes, high cholesterol, and would have to go on medicine for both.  I hated that idea!

At the same time a good friend had similar information and decided to change his eating and exercising habits.  It was a collaborative effort, but not like the suffocating ones of the past.  We live far enough apart that each of us began (and continue to be) totally independent and still rely on each other for encouragement and support.

So there it was.  A need to change.  A desire to change.  Support for change.  Could I do it?  I hadn't been able to in the past, but this time I began small.  Small eating changes and tiny bits of exercise in the very beginning.

Today I went to the doctor, one year later than that terrible, horrible, awful visit that precipitated this change.  All my blood work was within normal ranges!  I have lost eighty pounds. I eat three meals a day and have snacks.  I exercise 75 minutes a day (in three increments most of the time.) I feel thirty years younger!

This trip to the doctor was well worth it!