|1990 in Yugoslavia|
I had a health check yesterday. Nothing major since it was at work, yet still more than enough to tell me several things. Of course I knew I was healthy. After all, I have been in the hospital lately and they would have told me if there were something wrong with me. Well, that is the hope anyway, since I didn't find out about possibly having cancer until the day before the operation! To only be told the day after the operation that I didn't have it.
But back to this health check. A lovely lady pricked my finger and whoosh: a whole lot of blood started flooding out. It was red, which was good to start with and after some tests, she found out that the blood sugar level was good. Especially since I had just eaten a big dinner. My cholesterol was good as well, right where it ought to be. My blood pressure had gone up since the lows in the hospital (79 over 42) and was now around my usual at 131 over 86.
And then came the bad part. Which I know all about, since it was exactly the same only two years ago! The weight. Still too much of it. Still 'must loose or face the consequences'. So the numbers at the top? Well, it's only 18 kilos I have to get rid of to get within a safe(ish) region weight wise. And that sort of equates to 45 pounds or 3 stone.
Better get dancing. Or walking. Or both!!