Give me a break, God!
Finally got to the GP this week. When the time came, I eagerly stepped on the scale. Only to learn that I weighed pretty much what I did last August.
All the exercise, calorie counting and abstinence availed me nothing.
You see, the lakes around here are glacial, both geologically and figuratively. That means Spazz Lady lives up to the moniker when she so much as dips a toe in them. Swimming pools are full of chlorine, which makes a mess of the asthma.
So no worries about bathing suits to spur my efforts. On the other hand, I can probably expect really decent blood test results.
Calcium and lipids, to be exact.
Otherwise, back to the drawing board. And try to figure out how I fooled myself into thinking my clothes were looser.