Another grand motivator

You know it's going to be a GREAT day when you get called a "fat fuck" by a homeless lady.

 

5lbs gone in 2 weeks

Poof!
Gone!

I'm down to 253.5lbs!

I have ANKLES!

The "C" has been removed! Thank you high blood pressure meds! And thank you Karen Lee for introducing me to the FitBit! That little device might actually be a lifesaver.

Ooooooooh! Pretty kidneys. Oh. Fatty liver.

I've been putting off going to the doctor for about six years now. I made the call a few weeks back and scheduled a full physical. The test results are in! My liver enzymes are elevated - both ALT and AST. This prompted my NP to order additional blood work and an abdominal ultrasound. The second liver panel showed even higher ALT and AST values...even after nearly a week and a half of no alcohol. The HORROR! My ultrasound revealed an enlarged, fatty liver and I immediately received an email message from my NP through UCSF's MyChart site with "DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL. EXERCISE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN."

Message received LOUD and CLEAR.

Oh, Lordy. I'm tubby.

I weighed myself for the first time in ages. I've slipped back to two hundred fifty-eight lbs. Seeing the number written out is much easier digest. Somehow typing "258.2 lbs" freaks me out.

Time to get busy.