Today I am having a bone density scan to ascertain if I don’t/have the beginnings of/have osteoporosis as that will determine whether I need additional medication to increase my levels of calcium and vitamin D.
I’ve had X-rays before and been told this is a similar thing, so I’m not too worried.
To be honest, I am still feeling the relief of Friday’s news, so the prospect of a few more pills doesn’t faze me.
It is also weigh in tonight, and it will be interesting to see if my ‘fruit reduction’ experiment has borne………… well, fruit I suppose!
I’ve deliberately avoided getting on my scales (harder than one might think) but even if they didn’t reflect a poundage loss, I am definitely losing inches.
My sister has achieved her target (whatever it is) having lost however much it was, but when we last saw her, she had lost a lot in her face. Mine seems to be all over, but most noticeably my butt and legs, which I put down to all the walking I do. I still have a Buddha Belly, though it is diminishing, and Hubby says I am getting even more bony.
When I put my jeans on to go the oncologist appointment last week, I could almost pull them on without having to undo the zip or buttons. Time for a belt or braces I guess.
Which brings me to my next Christmas Thought.
Santa is depicted as a rotund jolly fellow with a white snowy beard. Traditionally (at the moment that is) he wears a red fur-trimmed suit and hat, black shiny belt and black boots, and drives a reindeer drawn sleigh.
He can also knock spots off any Parcel Service for the fastest overnight worldwide delivery.
I wonder if anyone would be so taken with his persona if he was as skinny as a rake, clean-shaven, dressed in jeans, tee shirt and open toe sandals (with or without socks), wore a crash helmet and drove a motorcycle with side car?
There have been countless films with Santas, so who in your opinion has been the most believable in their portrayal of the Big Guy?