Sunday weigh in showed me something scary. I was 245 today. 245. According to the body mass index site I was just at, that means I'm now overweight, not obese. At least for today. I know I'm not at a solid 245 yet, but this gives me lots of hope. And it makes me happy that I fought off the urge for McDonald's breakfast on the way in to work on Saturday.
I managed to get out for a lengthy walk today, my first in a week. I don't want to over do it again. I can still feel the neuromas in my feet, but they aren't too bad right now. As long as I can keep them happy, I'm happy.
Not ready to go back to work tomorrow. I could really use another day or two off. Ken's taking Monday and Tuesday off. I'm a little jealous. But I have a couple of events coming up that I'm going to need to take days off for. At the end of the month, Sharon asked me if Ken & I wanted to go to the Great Escape amusement park with her and Eric. Also, I got an e-mail from my old roommate Paul. He's back in NY for the month and wants to get together. Plus, his ex-girlfriend e-mailed me that her husband is giving her a 40th birthday party and I should expect an invitation in the mail soon. And since we're talking about me socializing (which is so not like me), I got another e-mail the other day from Melanie. She's going to be in Saratoga in November and wanted to know if I was close to it. The answer is yes and we're going to get together when she's in town. This is way more socializing than I do in a year. Who am I?