Had my yearly physical today.
The good news (at least upon check-out) was that there was no charge, even the co-pay for my doctors visit (remember I am on Medicare by now). Is this Obamacare? I gotta say I like it.
NOTE: Nothing is too detailed below, nor are there any dire warnings! It's a great check up, basically!
The various blood test results weren't too surprising...more cholesterol problems than anything else. Most things came out on the borderline level and even waaay better than I expected.
Weight is still a problem. Drugs still have side-effects, so the doc has to figure out "what to balance against what" so I can still do whatever I want to with my life.
So diet and exercise are recommended, as well as stop one drug completely.
And have another test, which I need to stop typing and schedule right now. There, that didn't take long.
I think I've been eating pretty badly for about 30 years. At times I clean up my act. Sometimes I've done low-carb diets. Sometimes I fasted for one day a week. But I usually let my body tell me what it wants, which often is something fried or sweet. Oh dear. Maybe we'll have to have a talk with my bod soon.
Exercise used to be something I loved to do...well, the fun things like hiking, biking, swimming (ocean preferred), yoga and so on. Now I'm limited to walking. But I decided at least I can get out some of my old (well, they are at least 10 years old) senior-cise tapes (VCR, remember them?) and try to do them inside until the weather improves.
I have already signed up for a yoga class which starts in a few weeks.
So the thing I have to deal with is...30 years of habits. Mmmm. Simple, really. Just wake up on the other side of the bed every day. It's like the meditation that I recently re-started doing. I don't do it at the same time every day, like they recommend. I sometimes skip days.
Let's just say I'm a perfect example of a bad example for self discipline.
So now I'm going public. That's what the Weight Watcher folks do, with at least a support group mentality. I don't know that I'll weigh-in every week. And I know I will fail at coming to meetings regularly. So all I can say is, I'll try.
Oops, I remember my psycho-babble friends saying, don't try, just DO.
OK, here goes.