90 Days Update

It was about 90 days ago when the nurse practicioner said, "Were you fasting?" and I said "Yes. And I have a peanut butter sandwich waiting for me in the car." She said, "Oooh then." Blood pressure was high, cholesterol was high, sugar was high and body weight was . . . ahem . . . high.

So I got ten milligrams of blood pressure meds a day, twenty of cholesterol, and marching orders to change my diet and get my butt to exercising.

Ninety days later, I've got blood pressure and cholesterol under control. Sugar came down two tenths of a point and weight dropped fifteen pounds.

The nurse practicioner said the meds could not have done it alone. The walking had to help. I'm staying on the meds 90 more days, and if I can't do something with the blood sugar in 90 days, she's liable to slap the word 'diabetic' on my butt and give me another pill. But she was highly encouraged by my ability to drop it some on my own.

I've decided to rev my walking up to 30 minutes from 20, and try hard to keep averaging 4 days a week. My feet are starting to hurt, so I'm going to look for new athletic shoes tomorrow. We'll just see how it goes. One day at a time.