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I've been walking vigorously for an hour each day and working out at Lobo's Gym three days a week with a friend who is also my personal trainer. All this in an effort to lose weight and improve my health.

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Six weeks to go, and I've lost 14 of the 15 pounds Dr. Hoffman wants me to lose. Pants hang on me. I can tuck tee shirts into my shorts without looking silly. This morning I was looking at my shirtless reflection in the bathroom mirror and noticed I was developing a bit of chest definition. Cleavage. Found myself getting a little excited.

My mind began to wander. A pint's a pound the world around. To a first approximation, fat has the same density as water. So I must have lost a volume of fat on the order of 14 pints--1.5 gallons.

Imagine a gallon and a half of yellowish tissue. Bleah. Take a gallon jug of milk. Put a half-gallon jug next to it. That's how much fat I've lost. Where did it all come from? I don't think I look that much thinner.

My BMI calculates to be 27.3. The National Institutes of Health says 30 or more means you're obese, although I found one website that thinks 28 is a better number. I choose to ignore them. (If you can't trust the government, who can you trust?) NIH also says that a BMI of 25 or more is overweight. So I know that Dr. Hoffman is gonna ask me to lose another 15 pounds, dropping me to 170 pounds for a BMI of 25.1. Allowing for clothes, I'll be golden at that weight.

Four and a half months ago, what put the fear of God into me, and a no-more-nonsense look on Dr. Hoffman's face was that my blood sugar level was around 200. 200 what? Beats me. But 200 is bad. He called me pre-diabetic. He said that I didn't want to be diabetic, especially with my heart condition.

Recently I was talking to a friend. I told him all of the above. I said 200 was bad, bad, bad. He said, "No it isn't. 240 is bad. 200 is OK."

I figured this was just denial and justification, so I looked it up on the internet. Aha! 240 is the limit for a glucose tolerance test. 200 is the limit for fasting glucose levels. Mystery solved.

Wait a minute!

Fasting glucose level? FASTING? I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FASTING?

An hour before they drew blood, I'd eaten a muffin, scrambled eggs, sausage, orange juice and coffee with sugar. Oops.

So is this whole thing a mistake? A MISUNDERSTANDING? I've been doing all this exercise and diet modification because I didn't receive/read/understand/obey some stupid patient instructions?

Jeez. What if the numbers had indicated amputation? I mean, doesn't anybody ever check this stuff?

So now the question is, did I make a valid decision when I agreed to lose 15 pounds? It was based, after all, on a false assumption. I'm certain as I'm sitting at my computer that when they run my blood sample in October, my FASTING glucose is gonna be like 23 or something.

I feel sorta stupid going down to the gym and humping my butt with free weights when it's all based on a mistake.

After considerable thought, I've decided to stay with the program. I think I'm falling in love with my bathroom mirror image, and I'd like to see where it all leads.
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