Ha ha ha….

So I made the mistake of looking up my score on the Body Mass Index.

I have lost 38 pounds. From 223 to 185.

I still rate as “obese” (less obese than before, but still…)

Dammit.

I have a doctor’s appointment sometime soon to be retested for the high cholesterol and the prediabetes. I want so very badly to have fixed the prediabetes problem. (Trivia: in the South, some call diabetes ‘the sugar’). Not so I can start eating like before but so I can just stop taking my blood glucose reading every day. I do not like pricking my finger. I do not enjoy worrying about if I’ve bled enough to make the machine tell me what my magic # is.

I DEFINITELY do not like that my readings have gone up slightly. I blame it on the no sugar added Breyers ice cream that I’ve eaten the last two nights after dinner. Hmm. What do I cover it in? Oh, right, chocolate syrup. (Maybe a tablespoon of it).

And wasn’t that a “Well, DUH” moment.

PS: If I magically start weighing 145-ish I will be considered normal. Forty more pounds….bring on the crack, hold the chocolate syrup.

PPS: Another goal is to stop looking more pregnant than the girl at work who is 7 months along.

PPPS: The same coworker who christened last year “Two thousand sucks” tells me I have lost a lot of weight and now have saggy butt (that’s what I get for trying to wear pants that only fit me marginally even before the weight loss). Part of me takes that as a compliment.

PPPPS: And I tried to buy pants today. I’m still too big for 16 and too small for 18. I mean, that’s great and all, but I sure would like to have more than 3 pairs of work pants that fit reasonably and 5 pairs of jeans that fit, more or less.

PPPPPS: Actually, hold the crack as well. I think perhaps an eating disorder might work better as they are much cheaper than crack. And I think Gene would notice if I tried to pawn the TV to pay for some rocks.