I am not yet 20 pounds lighter from when I began the Noom Health and Wellness program. I’m only 15 pounds lighter since then.
However, I was hovering around 200 pounds just 6 months ago, and now I am in the 180 area.
What’s that feel like to me?
In a word, I feel healthier.
I can see how much my visceral fat — that’s the fat that covers the organs in the abdomen, and otherwise resides behind the abdominal muscles — has diminished. That stuff is gross, dangerous, and I gotta keep it away.
My blood pressure is better regulated. My readings went from a consistent 132/90 to 124/80. That’s huge, because it gets my doctor off my back about taking meds for my blood pressure, which is something I’ve resisted for many years. Continue reading “Living life 20 pounds lighter”
I quit drinking about 4 months ago. I wrote about it in a post a couple weeks ago.
I recently had a cold, which I also discussed in a different earlier post.
I hate having a cold, as I’m sure you do, too. It’s terrible to feel congested, but I really hate not feeling bad enough to stay in, but fretting about giving my illness to others.
At any rate, I bought a 2-pack of cold medication, the Target house brand version of DayQuilÂ® and NyQuilÂ®.
(For the record, I like the taste of DayQuil better than NyQuil, but that’s neither here nor there.)
I don’t use medications like that when I have the occasional cold — I stick with zinc and megadoses of garlic — but in this case, I was headed to Houston to perform a longform improv set at Station Theater, and I wanted to make sure I’d be able to do a show without being too symptomatic. So I tried them. Continue reading “4 months sober and NyQuil®”
I quit drinking a few months ago. In fact, August 27, 2019, was the last day I had a drink.
I’d tried to quit drinking for years. It’s not that my drinking was disrupting my life. It wasn’t. But the potential was there.
Sometimes I’d say or do stupid things when I was drunk, but that’s normal (right?), and all part of being a drinker, who occasionally drinks to excess.
I’d drive drunk. Not often, but there were nights when I drove home with one eye closed, wondering why I wasn’t being pulled over by the cops.
I abhor the fact that I engaged in drunk driving. Not from the social responsibility standpoint, but from a more selfish understanding that a DUI had the potential to severely impact my life to the point of crippling it, and I always felt stupid for putting myself in that position. But I did it anyway.
Neither the possibility of a DUI, nor doing stupid shit in public were what I disliked most about my drinking. Nope. Continue reading “Finding sobriety”