kvetching up

 Entry 1 WSP, Greenwich Village, 2022 175.0 lbs. Pretty happy with that. It too shall pass. My goal weight is so ridiculously low (or is that high?)--not set by me but by a chart. I will be happy when I hit 160 lbs.--my intermediary goal. 160. It will happen. I would like to be alive long enough to see my girls finish college. If I can become obsessed with this, well, there may be hope for living for another decade or so. After two years, and sparse use, I have taken to using my treadmill to supplement my cardio rehab. It knows my name, my goals and talks to me as I work out, addressing me as Geoff which is a bit forward if you think about it. It is pseudo-AI. I can't wait until all the workout equipment, and the fridge, stove, oven, microwave, debit card and all the items in the store are all connected by AI. I can see it now. I go to open the bakery door. It is voice activated, no more nasty germ contact. I say, "Open the donut cabinet doors, pal." A voice emanating fro...

Entry 1 I have rearranged my cardiac rehab back to 8 a.m., after the RN I work  with called and reported someone outside of the department had inexplicably changed the appointments on Friday and some Mondays to 10 a.m. He couldn't figure out why this was so, and I had no explanation--no clue really.  I left too late on Monday, got stuck in traffic and arrived 10 minutes late. I got my cardio in, but just, barely managing to do any weight lifting. I had chest pains last night--transient really--more like a pain in the arse, scary but not worth going to the doctor about as passing as they were. There was no shooting pain down my arm, just a short, sharp, shock in my chest. If it happens again, I will consult my doctor.  I went to my GP about the late night glucose drops that have been reported by my monitor. My doctor's fill-in while she is on vacation gave me a rudimentary answer--if drmy sugars drop into the 60s or below, eat something and check again in 15 minutes. No sh...