0340 hrs. The alarm goes off; I turn it off before it even gets to its second phase of beeping. Rolling out from under my Gravity blanket, I turn off my BiPAP machine, disconnect the hose, and take off my mask. Once those are neatly stored, I go into the bathroom to weigh myself. Yep. I’ve lost 18 lbs and am proud of that. I haven’t gained it back, either. For a few days there, I had lost 20 lbs total, but I gained two of those pounds back when I was fully rehydrated. That’s okay. I’m going to lose many, many more pounds at a steady rate until I get back down to 124 lbs. That’s my goal. By this time next year, I should weigh 139 lbs and be very close to my goal. Then I must maintain that; we’ll worry about that when I get there. I fully expect, with exercise, diet, sleep, and the right medications (which I’m on, now), that I can lose this excess weight and unhealthy body mass. I just have to keep climbing and taking my meds the way I’m supposed to! Sounds simple, but life interferes a lot. Reality doesn’t fit neatly into my mold. Trying to force it to doesn’t work, either. I have to make time to climb! Climbing is my passion and my calling in life, though, so I don’t foresee any problems finding a way to motivate myself to be able to find ways to do it! Again, Lou’s quote comes back to my mind: “Know your limitations and ignore them.”
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.