on the path unwinding.

Is a calorie a calorie?

True story, my dad and I had a conversation about this exact topic over the weekend. Meanwhile, I have a friend on Facebook starting a riot between protein shake fanatics over which brand is the best.

What's so hard about eating right?

Before I start to give the impression that I'm sitting on a high horse, here are some facts:
I'm sitting in my clean workout clothes thinking about the workout I promised I would do this morning.
As of this morning, I weight 248.5 or 249 (my scale couldn't make up its mind).
I love bad foods. Maybe more than the average person.

Okay, let's resume.

On this blog, I put a heavy emphasis on the exercise I do and I'm afraid I've been giving a skewed impression of my priorities. The truth is, exercise is important to me mostly because it keeps my food habits in check. I eat better when I exercise, bottom line. That being said, it's not really that hard to eat better. The hard part is convincing the people around you to join you on your journey towards better health, or if that fails, convincing the people around you to shut the hell up when you choose the pricy salad instead of the cheap unlimited pizza buffet.

So while it might be true that 2000 calories of Cheetos is the same as 2000 calories of rabbit food in terms of caloric benefits, I can tell you from experience you're a thousand times less likely to go for a run after pounding a bag of Cheetos.

Even though Cheetos are so god damn delicious.




I didn't PMS this month and I seem to be low on the bloating. Scale read 248.5 at the first reading, one bathroom trip later is was reading 249.0. What the hell? Whatever, this is good news.

Dr Stern called yesterday! ... while I was driving. Damn near swerved into another car reaching for my phone. Except I just knew it was her calling before I picked up the phone and I had to answer. Yes, had to. She got my ABG results and she said everything is good and I can continue on my current dose of Diamox. Honestly, I was hoping I could increase the Diamox, but in the end I can accept this as good news. She also said I'm due for another basic metabolic panel next week to check my potassium on the Lasix. Things are getting confusing having to do everything over the phone, considering half the time I catch her while she's at her other office and she doesn't have my chart with her. Whatever. Six weeks until my next appointment.

I'm falling in love with my legs. It's almost a problem because I'm already in mad-love with myself in general.



Ps... that banner pic: Cheetos. #fuckyeah