Let's see how this goes. I've been thinking about this for a while. Our very own place to boast, ahem, I mean post our NSV's. Which also translates to why maintenance is so very worth it.
I went to the doctor yesterday. Yes the gynecologist. Fun. But I didn't dread it. All right stir ups and that whole bit I could do without, but other then that, I now LOVE going to the doctor. I LOVE that I'm "on top of my health" and going for regular visits, stir ups and all is just part of that.
Okay. First things fist. Time to get weighed. No dread. None whatsoever. I hop on there. The nurse records the number. She gets all quiet on me and her mouth is kinda hanging open, eyes are glazed. I'm like what's wrong? She simply could not believe that I've lost over 160 lbs. Just goes on and on and on. Asking all the usual questions.
My gyn was the one who first prescribed blood pressure medication for me, which of course I'm no longer on. Anywho, yesterday my blood pressure was the lowest it's ever been. Since losing the weight it's been 120 over 80. But not yesterday - it was 110 over 70. I was so happy you have no idea. I made the poor nurse take it again, because I thought surely it was a fluke. But nope. There it was again.
And then get this, I finally get to see the actual doctor and she told me, she told me, (all right perhaps she was up all night delivering babies and a wee bit tired), but she told me - that my arms look like Jennifer Aniston's.