The week so far

Well, the first week I didn't do real good, but I didn't do real bad either.

On Saturday, I started my medicine regime to "help with" lowering the cholesterol and high blood pressure. Low dosages. I'm only mildly bothered by the collection of bottles on my bedside table.

Sunday I got up and went to the nearby park for a brisk 20 minute walk. Then I had breakfast at the IHOP with a friend of mine, but I kidded myself by ordering the egg substitute scrambler and the whole grain paincakes. Later in the day, I went to a baby shower and had zero willpower. So for penance, I ordered blackened grilled catfish for supper, then did another 20 minute brisk walk in the neighborhood when I got home.

Using the employee dining room at work, I mainly had lunch of grilled chicken breasts and green vegetables. I had no bread during lunch on the work week. Once, maybe twice, I even had fish for lunch. Some baked white fish.

Supper wasn't bad, but I'm not really a cook. Tuesday I had with my friends beans and rice but she made it brown rice for the fiber and lightly pan grilled chicken for meat. We add a lot of tomatoes in our beans and rice, so there is some natural sugar, but a lot of tomatoes.

I only managed about two evening walks after work. One night I was very proud of myself and made a taco-ish meal using Boca crumbles and salsa and whole wheat tortillas. I've been eating Triscuits like they were going out of style. I've started reading the labels, looking for enriched flour, high fructose corn syrup, etc.

I was a little bad this weekend. I ordered a fish dish for lunch at this country diner, and I have a feeling I was the first person ever to order the grilled fish with steamed vegetables. That meal just got worse as the day went on.

Today I ate fish at Perkins. Not a particularly good meal, not a particularly bad meal. Broccoli was fine.

I don't know if I'll get a second walk in today. May have to do with just the one.

Tuesday's blood pressure was: 126/74. The nurse said, "That's a little high, but we wouldn't prescribe medicine for it." I replied, "You DID prescribe medicine and told me to come back today to get my pressure taken!"

6:30p.m. Sunday: got the second 20 minute walk in. It was a brisk one through the urban neighborhood here. 'course, when my grilled cod filets gave out on me, I ate some chicken strips left in the fridge from my SIL's supper last night. And it's 6:30p.m., so I'll be supper-hungry here in a bit.

Sigh.