Continued Adventuresin Kicking Ass & Taking Names

Katharine Hepburn once said, "Life is hard. After all, it kills you."

I've been keeping that in mind on my little journey this year. I'm just hoping it kills me much later as a result of all my good behaviour. But it sure as fuck feels nigh some days.

I had a visit to my doctor much earlier today. Man, did I enjoy it. I got to surprise him with a 35-pound loss. He just beamed when I told him the news. He asked me how I did it. I said I was exercising a minimum of five hours a week and watching what I eat.

For example, I've cut out commercial baked goods entirely. I was floored when I saw Starbuck's banana bread has around 400 calories and about 10 grams of fat for one slice. Just blew my mind. That was always my "oh, it's healthy-- it's bananas!" go-to treat. Now, none. Fucking muffins are 650 calories at some commercial bakeries I've seen. That's more than a Big Mac, dude. At least McDonalds is reasonably honest about it.

The next culinary step is, I'm buying a barbecue Friday. It's going to help me really get healthy with cooking. And eat tasty yumyums while doing it.

Did I mention? I'm finally at my college weight. I'm below the point I could never break through in weight loss. I'm in uncharted territories.

I'm also officially below the max weight for doing a tandem skydive. And I asked my doctor today if, with my injury history, skydiving was wise for me.

He said "That's how you want to celebrate your weight loss?"

I said yeah.

"Well, that's awesome. Go for it. Have you always wanted to skydive?"

So, I said, "Kind of... more importantly, I've always wanted to be the girl that could say she did it." And had pictures to prove it.

Skydiving's in July. A few of us. Between now and then, though, I'd like to lose 15 pounds. Man, it's gonna be crazy. Skydiving. Fucking A. I'm so going to puke. Ohhh. Seriously. But I can't wait.

Can I even begin to convey to you how excellent it felt to have my doctor sitting there giving me congrats for 15 minutes as we shot the shit about my weight loss? Just sat there and gabbed. It was a real moment that I savoured. Loved it. He thought it was incredible I'd done it all alone without a dietitian or anyone giving me a lot of guidance. I can't believe I got to walk in and blurt out "I've lost 35 pounds!" to my doc who was giving me the "You need to change your ways, this is dangerous health you're living with" speech last fall. Tee hee.

Life's too fucking short to not really be in the moments you know are worth savouring. And this really, really was one of those moments. Fan-fuckin'-tastic. I said I wanted to lose another another 30 pounds by September and he just shrugged and said "Totally." Like, of course I would, right? Which I am. I'm not always sure of it, but I think I am. Heh. Gonna fuckin' die trying, for sure.

Man, did I need that experience today. I mean, we all know this life is gonna take us out sooner or later, but sometimes it feels like sooner would be preferable. I think my batteries were recharged today, between my doc and my acupuncture session (my latest drug, omfg), and now we have a sick-ass heat wave due to hit the 30s/90s this weekend. And I'm off for four more days.

Some days it fuckin' rocks to be me.

Enjoy your weekends, people. God knows I'm gonna love mine. Burgers are just mere hours away on my soon-to-be new grill! Life just gets better and better. God, bring on the heat wave!