I've lost one pound this week; Cliff lost two. In all, I've lost eleven pounds since mid-December, and Cliff has lost fourteen; of course, he has lots more to lose than I do. A nurse took our blood pressure yesterday: his was 130/82. Mine was 130/68. His total cholesterol is 177; mine is 213. Oops. Ruth, the nurse, said they like it to be under 180.
I was a little disappointed at another one-pound loss, until I realized that if I keep up at that rate, I'll be at my goal by my birthday in July. That isn't so bad.
We are still walking, but instead of the little track at the local park, we're walking for a half-hour in our pasture. It's hard on our heels (bone spurs), but we get lots better exercise. We go up and down some huge hills that way; the track at the park is level, and really not a challenge. The hills have done wonders for my lung capacity, and the scenery is much better. Not to mention that the dog (or dogs) can accompany us. Because the ground is snow-covered today, though, we'll do the track.
I'm back in the jeans I "outgrew" last fall, and that's a good feeling. Cliff's back into some clothes that "the dryer had shrunk" (his excuse) too. So, we are making progress!