I'm back from the hospital, with mixed feelings. I had my bloodwork done, as well as an ECG (electrocardiogram). I had to take my shirt off in front of a rather attractive lab tech, and the mirror still isn't particularly kind. I was uncomfortable to say the least. But, my heart is still pumping well enough, and she only took enough hair off my chest removing the contact strips to clothe a smallish child. On the bright side, I've lost weight (not as much as hoped, down to 243lbs) and I'm starting to get the inevitable "Hey skinny" greeting from my friends and coworkers. I take this with a grain of salt (ooh, salt would taste so good right now) since they know me as the 270 pound walking salt lick I was three months ago.

Blood sugar this morning was 6.2, feeling good, looking forward to grazing in the backyard for lunch today. Moo. Do I sound bitter about eating healthy? Whoever describes the good times as "the salad days" should be drawn and quartered. Then shot.

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Gotta run.