200

[vaneramos]

At the gym today I had a surprise when I stepped on the scale: 200.5 pounds. That's 90.9 kilograms, if you prefer, but weight is one measure my brain never converted. This was the first time it officially exceeded 200, although it probably crested last winter when I wasn't paying attention.

I've gained four pounds since resuming workouts four weeks ago. This isn't altogether a bad thing. I'm in better shape than I was. I've been lifting weights and working up a sweat three times a week. Some of the added weight is probably muscle. I neither fetishize nor object to fat, but it doesn't hurt the woof factor.

The essential question comes down to how I feel.

My feet and ankles still hurt hellishly every morning when I stumble out of bed. The one muscle group that's most stubborn about getting back in shape is my calves: it's almost impossible to get through the simplest possible routine of toe raises. Those muscles aren't used to supporting the extra 20 pounds that came as a side effect of mirtazapine (antidepressant). If I can't bring my legs up to speed, the only alternative will be a more conscientious weight loss plan.

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[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Hey, how's it going? I just arrived at the house for the weekend, so I'll have to arrange to meet you for coffee. We're doing the turkey dinner on Sunday evening, if you can make it.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Sorry I didn't make it out this aft. I just didn't feel like going out today. Blame the weather, or turkey hangover.

I hope all's well there. I'll head home tomorrow morning, but be back in town before long.