Sometimes I jump the gun, as the saying goes. I misspoke in a previous post, or more accurately mis-wrote, noting the disappointment in not shedding any weight after being sick for several days.
My lament was premature.
After losing fluids pumped into my body in the hospital, inflating my already expanded torso, and discarding additional ounces from barely eating for two weeks, the scales were, finally, kind to me.
The silver lining to my illness cloud.
A warning/disclaimer: this is not a weight-loss method recommended by me or anyone else. Rapid weight loss may result in euphoria, clothing not fitting, comments from family and friends, and a sense of fear that the weight will sneak back on. Check out this Wikipedia article for a more extensive list of weight loss issues.
If the weight stays off, and maybe a couple more pounds drop from various parts of my still overweight body, it will be great.
According to my doctor’s scale I lost 9 pounds. My scale, a bit more conservative, registered 7 pounds down.
I happily accept either number.
But now the challenge begins.
First I should start exercising again. My mind tells me it must be done, but the body remains in denial, expressing tiredness, laziness, whatever…anything but eagerness to move.
Second, food intake must be monitored. Carefully watched. Too many trips to the ice cream parlor can prove devastating. Walking three blocks to the store and home again does not begin to negate the additional calorie intake, even when indulging in kiddie-size low-fat dishes.
I scoured youTube looking for the perfect summer song reflecting my mood right now, and almost posted a 1960s Spanky and Our Gang song, Lazy Day. But then I came across the following video. The song is titled Busy Doing Nothing (definitely mirroring my current state) from the movie A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court (1949) starring Bing Crosby, the lead crooner.
Old song, recent political pictures.