Ceri B.

No measurement this week, as I'm in the middle of something yoinking my metabolism around a lot. But then it'll be done.
 

Suddenly, nothing happened. :) Up 0.1 pounds, to 309.2, but I'm inclined to treat that as "no change", really. I'm happy about progress on other matters, and continuing to pull my Weight Watchers daily point total down a little bit.
 

Up a touch, to 309.8.  I'm feeling okay about it, though: I got through the very-much-dread dental evaluation (and it wasn't as bad news as dreaded), and then a migraine on Sunday and Monday, and I am doing substantially better today. I look for progress to resume.

 Up 0.9 pounds from two weeks ago, to 307.0. But my blood pressure is very significantly improving and my energy level continues to rise. Weight will improve in its turn.

Oh, yeah, I knew I forgot something yesterday. Up 1.7 pounds to 306.1. *sigh* But given how much stressing I've done this week, I really can't say it's a surprise. I will hope for recovery over the next week or two.
 

I changed my mind, I do want to do an entry. This morning I way 305.6, up only 0.4 pounds from two weeks ago. And I have eaten well.  So, color me very pleased.

 Down 0.8 pounds, to 305.2, and that's down 25 pounds exactly from when I started. My pace got really thrown for a while there, but I'm getting it back. :)

This was the second of two no-weight-tracking weeks, as I've been seeing how my body takes to amlodipine. The answer: really, really badly for a couple weeks, but I'm experiencing enough relief yesterday and today that it does make sense to do what my doctor suggested today - stick with it another week or two, unless bad reactions come back. 

Speaking of doctor...

This summer my A1C, the measure of long-term overall blood glucose level, was at 8.3%. The range for healthy adults is 3-6%. As of the test two weeks ago, it's 5.5%. There'd been a delay in getting the results delivered to Dave so he was actually looking through the report while I was there. He turned the page, read that line, put the report down, turned to me, and nearly shouted, "Dude!" (For which he apologized later, but I giggled. I'm willing to forgive an exuberantly happy doctor.)

He'd been hoping for about half a percentage point improvement. Apparently each half-percent reduction in A1C reduces the risk of kidney and liver failure and of damage requiring amputation of fingers or toes by about 20%. I asked him if a three-percent reduction meant I should expect to be growing anything. He didn't think so. :) But he says it's the best result any patient of his has ever achieved in the initial six months.

So I'm a happy camper today. Measuring weight resumes.

A setback week: up most of a pound, to 306.4. Happens sometimes; I'll just have to keep at it and resume moving the right way.
 

Down 1 pound exactly, to 306.0. I think, actually, that it may be "actually" a little lower than that, since I had an allergic zonk yesterday evening and often get a little bloated and water-retentive in the wake of those. But I am in any event very deeply pleased. I've gotten great exercise this week, and also real human company several times, which is soooo good for my morale and great motivation to get this damn wretched body in better shape so I can do to it what needs doing.

That's 24.2 pounds in 24 weeks. Feeling very, very satisfied.