Tuesday, July 2, 2013

777 days - Reflecting On the Past, Still Chasing Future

It's been a little over two years since I took drastic steps to improve (and hopefully extend) the quality of my life. The actions were drastic, as were the results.

777 days later, I have not once regretted the decision. Well, maybe I regretted it a few times when I was struggling to move around in the days after the operation. But since I have healed, and subsequently lost 175 pounds, I have not regretted it a bit.
My BP was never this low medicated (6/30/13)

I had grand visions of what it would be like to lose a lot of weight and be skinny. I thought it would magically fix all my problems. I thought I would be blissfully happy each days as I shuffled back and forth over this mortal coil. My trials would melt away with the fat, I presumed. My tribulations would subside along with the raging appetite.

You know what? For the most part, I was right.

I said good riddance to all the meds I was taking and now have good health. I exercise daily now, sometimes twice a day. My body aches and pains disappeared alongside the weight.