Fifteen days late, actually. I'm starting to feel like a virtual adult.
It was a year ago that I published "47, going on 18", as I got ready to celebrate my 48th birthday.
Yeah. A year ago. As in, yes: I had another birthday already.
Where does the time go?
In that post, I said I was feeling my oats. Let me clue you: it's worse (better?) now. I've made lots of progress over the past year:
- My weight dropped from 202 to 192.
- My Cholesterol dropped from 191 to 184 (far and stable enough that I asked my doctor to take me off Lipitor to see how I do on my own).
- I dropped a tennis shoe size (8-1/2 to 8)
- My medium shirts are now baggy (except in the chest and biceps, of course). ;)
- My hair is darker.
- I'm more frisky.
Oh: there was a full moon in the wee hours on Saturday (I received a voice mail that confirmed this).
I howled.