Hasn't this been a banger of a week? Happy Independence Day.

I am independent of 16.3 pounds.

 The pill I am now taking has less of an impact on my entire system and I am more comfortable than I was with even the lowest dose shot. I don't need a rocket ship, a canoe works fine. After all, it took me 20 years to reach my highest weight. I shouldn't take a couple of months to remove it; a slow and steady drop is healthy.

There is definitely something in one of the mechanics that increases insulin or glucose removal from your system. I equate this to my needing thyroid medication. I readily accepted that I needed meds. Why would a defect of some sort in these dietary hormones be considered any different? I'm doing the defensive work in creating a better dietary outlook for myself, the hormone replacement is fixing what I've lost. A forever-medication doesn't seem so unbelievable if I use it like my other replacement meds.

I am still measuring as I have for years, including all the recipes I make, and find that I've got those skills honed to near-perfection. Ask me to put 100g of Greek yogurt in a bowl, topped with 98g of strawberries and 4g of turbinado sugar, without a scale and you'll get an almost perfect bowlful. Ditto with a recipe that will make 5 servings of something. I can divide it for freezing within 10g of each other in containers.

The other thing I've learned well is just because the bag/package or can tells you here is what one serving is, it's doesn't mean you are supposed to have one serving!  You'd think a well-educated nerd would have gotten that. Nah, I was overwhelmed with following serving guides.  

I had angst for a while over the "Why me?". But I look at the pictures of ancestors, and I have them back to the Civil War, almost all of the women were very well-fleshed in menopausal ages. Even with "whole food " in the 1880's and none of the ultra-processed stuff developed in the 1950's my great-great grandaunts and g-g-mothers were chunky, even downright fat like me!

I am content.

Well, not entirely. I've spent since Thursday in the hospital with DH in ICU. He had a scheduled follow-up CT scan on his brain as he's been slightly unbalanced and dizzy. Turns out the brain bleed started bleeding again and happenstance caught it just before he'd need brain surgery. His baby aspirin for his cardiac issues appears to be the culprit! Rock and a hard place. We'll sort it out. He should be home today if the scan shows improvement. In the meantime, he's charmed all the nurses and decided he's reached the age that he no longer needs to tie the back of his hospital gown when he walks around the room.

It's raining, it's pouring, my old man is flashing.