Today, on Tiffany's scale, my "official" weight was 159.8, down 2.4 pounds from last month. We didn't do all the little measuring yet. So now I'm not exaggerating when I say I've lost 90 pounds.
At the doctor's office, my weight was 157.
I enjoyed the doctor's visit (how often does one get to say that?).
1) I had to tell the nurse weighing me that I'd be over 150. She couldn't tell. I'm used to people being surprised at my weight, but when someone who weighs people all day thinks I weigh less than I do, it's more of a kick.
2) The most invasive procedure was bloodwork.
3) The doc was highly complimentary -- he asked, "How did you lose so much weight?" It was 50 pounds and 13 months since my last physical.
Last year, I had lost 40 pounds in about six months, but it wasn't as impressive to him. I was still fat.
He was raving about the exercise, which didn't surprise me. Last year, he suggested I start running, which I had to let percolate for a while before I did it. He told me, which I'd heard, that what people who keep weight off have in common is their level of exercise.
Even the doc had to go to appearance issues, though. (He doesn't know that appearance issues are probably a contributing factor to my weight gain -- looking good can make me uncomfortable.) He said I look significantly younger.
He didn't pull out his BMI chart, though. According to that, I'm only three pounds overweight by his scale.
He told me I might have to be careful with ab work because of my hernia -- but that fixing it isn't absolutely necessary.