The Weight or I'd Rather Be Drinking a Cuba Libre

I went to my GP this morning and can truthfully attest I have lost 7.44 lbs. I wasn't trying. I mean, I have been eating more healthily and getting some exercise. I have to believe its a medication I am taking, Jardiance, that pushed most of  that spare tire off of my belly. I lost 4% of my body weight. I wasn't expecting to lose any. Not all people respond to Jardiance with weight loss. 

I also got a couple of vaccines today. My second shingles vaccine and another COVID booster. With how much I have won in the genetic lottery, you can bet I needed another booster. I think its my third, but it could be my fourth. I dunno anymore. I wouldn't be so worried, but Leiney's Jared just flew to Idaho and came down with COVID two days later. Anyway, I got two shots, one in each arm, and it is a bit discomfiting, and uncomfortable, coupled with my sore shoulders. I'd say getting old sucks, but this is all on me, and I am doing something to make these things better, finally.

Yesterday was the first full rehab. I walked the treadmill for 30 minutes. They have one

Stamp found in a book at The Strand, 2022.

just for people with bad knees--of course they do. I really enjoyed it, especially having a nurse serving as your coach and personal trainer. I can do that for 14 weeks. In that spirit, over the weekend I had a load of junk hauled away by the best handyman ever. Truly great. Skilled carpenter, hard worker, and is willing to help with all sorts of things. Happy to pass his number along should anyone need any work done. A couple of days later the girls and I loaded the truck up and took all the things that we wanted to get rid of, but didn't feel right tossing, to Goodwill. Jenny's fancy walker, a couple of dog crates, some clothes of Jenny's, books, and other odd assortments. The point is the garage gym is back in fighting trim, just in time for Leiney and I to use it to do the same.


The other thing we did was weight training. My frozen shoulders hurt, duh, but weight training is just what the doctor ordered, so for 30 minutes we lifted weights, the other denizens of cardiac rehab and me. Our intrepid leader regaled us with stories about making home made kombucha. I like him anyway, he is a great nurse.

Today, I broke down and put on my continuous glucose monitor. If I am going to get into shape, this is part of the gig. With Abby's help, I put the device on, and will be checking my numbers regularly. It didn't warn me that I couldn't use my cell phone to get readings if I first connected it to the reader--the latter it instructs you to do on set up. Oh well. In a couple of weeks I will be as obsessed with the Libre's digital output as I used to be with regard to the Fitbit.

Twenty five years ago today, my mom, Dave, Mick and Bea were all in attendance as Jenny and I tied the knot. They all went down via the metaphorical submersible that is life. Most did so long ago. I am missing Jenny, her once blithe spirit, and wish only that I could look into her eyes hear her voice one more time.




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