One year later

A year ago yesterday, I drove home after spending the night in the office to avoid a thrilling snowpocalypse. I felt horrid, and when I got home I passed out on the couch and wasn’t really roused again until the next morning. I remember that night being plagued by weird dreams involving geometry and having to shape my body into different shapes (mostly triangles in weird interlinking patterns) in order to get comfortable. No wonder Kim took me the hospital. The dreams had nothing to do with it, but the high blood pressure, inability to breath, and repeated passing out got me my own room and a diagnosis (there were other factors) of congestive heart failure.

So, its a year later – am I better? Mostly. There are a lot of things I’ve definitely improved this year. I’ve changed habits, lowered my blood pressure, even submitted myself to repeated doctor’s visits. My biggest failure was in losing weight, and sadly, that’s probably one of the more critical. So as I look to start another year, I know there are more changes I need to make.

I hate change.

But, I also kind of hate the alternative, you know?

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2 thoughts on “One year later”

  1. It’s so easy to slip despite our best efforts. Don’t despair. It can be done.

    You know someone who’s lost 100 lbs in the last year, and you know someone who once lost 150 lbs in 18 months. Stop swallowing your feelings and start living. Start today and follow-up tomorrow.

    You’ll write more too. I promise you that.

    And please remind me of this when you see me eating a hershey kiss onto which I’ve piled a bunch of spray frosting. It’ll be awkward, but I’ll definitely appreciate it.

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