A little hmmm, and a little hurrah!

First, the "hmm." I had my baseline assessment at the gym this morning. They took my BP (perfect, as always), weighed me (while I wept), and had me bend, stretch, and generally look a fool while they measured my performance - all so I'd know where I am (unfit as hell, that's where!) and can figure out where I want to be (me minus one-hundred-twenty pounds, that's where!) and how to get there (stop eating so dang much and start moving a whole lot more, that's how). I was told to slow down on the treadmill, but lengthen my time. It seems that speed isn't what I need, it's duration. If the heart goes too fast, the fat doesn't go at all. Dang. Also, I don't need to do the weights as much - I'm actually pretty strong and limber for a woman of size. No problem. I will adjust my workouts accordingly, although I am impatient and want to do more, not less. Still, if the end result is me weighing less, I'll manage.

Now for the "hurrah!" My preemie nephew now weighs two pounds!! So he weighs less than the brisket I'm cooking tonight, so what? He's gained weight! When you start out at one and a half pounds, another half pound is huge! The docs are considering transfering him to a hospital closer to my brother and SIL so they don't have a two plus hour drive to get to him every day.

Now I am going to cut strawberries for tonight's desert. Mmm, strawberries...