Falling out of my skin.
So, for those of you who may not be aware of it, I have been on a quest since June 2009 to make sure that I live as long as possible. I had some blood work done at work, since they offer to do it for FREE (Christ, I love my work), and had a chat about my results with a professional health coach. And in a nutshell, she told me that if I was twenty years older with the kind of results I had, they'd want to hospitalize me (I'm exagerrating, but it did sound pretty serious). My only saving grace was my age, but I wouldn't be able to maintain my lifestyle much longer.
So I started eating healthy, cut my caloric intake down to a reasonable level, pushed the fruits and veggies and whole grains, and forced myself to work out, even though by and large I am never in the mood to.
And now, almost five months later, my favorite shirt doesn't fit anymore, because I've lost almost 40 pounds. Now I know that I should be ecstatic about that (I know my health coach certainly is), but I experienced a strange sort of melancholy this morning when I reached for my favorite Monday shirt and realized that it was now so large on me my tits practically fall out of it. It's all right standing up, but when I sit down... let's just say if I wasn't wearing a bra Lucas the payroll guy would be in my office a lot more often.
It's definitely a change for the better, like when I quit smoking, but... I miss my favorite shirt. I don't want to retire it. It's been good to me.
Sigh. The price of good health is high.
So I started eating healthy, cut my caloric intake down to a reasonable level, pushed the fruits and veggies and whole grains, and forced myself to work out, even though by and large I am never in the mood to.
And now, almost five months later, my favorite shirt doesn't fit anymore, because I've lost almost 40 pounds. Now I know that I should be ecstatic about that (I know my health coach certainly is), but I experienced a strange sort of melancholy this morning when I reached for my favorite Monday shirt and realized that it was now so large on me my tits practically fall out of it. It's all right standing up, but when I sit down... let's just say if I wasn't wearing a bra Lucas the payroll guy would be in my office a lot more often.
It's definitely a change for the better, like when I quit smoking, but... I miss my favorite shirt. I don't want to retire it. It's been good to me.
Sigh. The price of good health is high.