Yesterday was a day of shame. I went to visit my dietician. I have gained 15 pounds in the last four months. Between the hospitalizations, lethargy, rain, and the metabolic changes inflicted on me by medications, I have reversed my progress and begun to approach the fell mass of 180 pounds.
We made plans: I would attempt to eliminate the afternoon binges which sometimes afflict me by putting fruit where I can see it instead of spending energy rustling about through the cupboards looking for a sweet. (It’s hard to remember fruit when it spends its life hidden in the bottom drawers of the refrigerator.) Second, I would make time to walk either early in the morning or in the evening.
I must do this so I won’t be the sloth who hides in his bed, whose belly precedes his nose by inches.