Well, today I had an appointment with my rheumatologist and let's just say that the conversation started with "What are we going to do with your weight?" and ended with the knowledge that I have to go back and see her in six weeks. She pulled up my patient information and preceded to tell me that last July, I weighed 30 pounds less and that the July before that, I weighed 10 pounds less than that. What do you say to that? I was just numb to it. I think I have gotten to a point that I feel totally helpless to the situation. It's not that I don't care. I care very much, but I just have been down this road so many times in my life that it is overwhelming to take that first step again. I will take it. I just have to figure out how to make it the last time. I need a road that I can travel until I take that last breath. One that is gentle and winding, but not to curvy. One that has a few lows and a few highs, but mostly nice and even. One that has beautiful scenery and lots of other travelers. I will have better news for my doctor in six weeks, but it won't be a drastic weight loss just to make her happy. It will be a natural, normal weight loss resulting from the path of nutrition and exercise.
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