I'm Not In A Bad Mood

I feel a bit deflated and defeated, but I can't say I'm in a bad mood.

I went to the doctor's today to talk about the whole lack of weight loss thing. See, in the last three months I've managed to gain about 25 lbs. From my lightest weight of 295, I'm now up to 320 again. Ugh and Argh.

"Any changes in your life?" he asks. Nope, not really. I have a new job, but now I spend less time at work than before and I'm going to the gym and walking again. He looks perplexed, but suggests a couple of options. Luckily I'm generally healthy, with a resting heartrate of 72 and a blood pressure of 132/82.

So, neither of us knows what the hell is going on. He claims I shouldn't have to kill myself to lose weight, so my 40+ minutes of sustained aerobic exercise three to five times a week should be adequate. But here I am again. I'll keep at it.

Friday night I'm having dinner with a small group of friends, then meeting a much larger group for drinks at Sully's Snowgoose Saloon on Phinney Ridge at about nine o'clock. If you're bored and/or in the neighborhood, please stop by. It should be a fun group of people -- plus the bar's smoke free.