The needles swing into the green

I had a follow-up visit with my family doctor today to review results from my annual physical.  The results were NOT what I expected.

Those, folx, are completely normal results.  Everything fell well within the white column on the lab sheets, none in the pink (out-of-range) column.  Looking at all this, and results from the other recent labs I’ve had, means that for now my diabetes is under control, my anemia resolved with medication, and I’m about as healthy as I’ve ever been.  The only thing the doctor could find to scold me about was my weight, which has crept back up from 245 to 255 and stuck there.  I told him that as soon as someone found a cure for terminal boredom while exercising, I’d be right there.  (That’s almost the only reason I can think of for even wanting an iPod—music to listen to as I walk.  Carrying a portable CD player doesn’t work, because the jolting of normal walking is enough to throw even the most rugged CD player’s laser hopelessly out of track.)  Someone mentioned a site called exercisefriends.com to me this week as a place to find exercise partners.  Maybe I should go look into that, since I can’t think of anyone on my local flist who’d be beating down the door to go walking with me for an hour, two or three or four evenings a week.

You shall emboss the corduroy novel with a battery-powered tree.  Fnord.