Healthy, but not healthy enough.

Well, I got a (relatively) clean bill of health from the Cardio doc yesterday.  Things are apparently doing what they are supposed to be doing, and not doing (too much) that they’re not supposed to be doing.

So that’s good. However.

One cannot help but be struck by the lingering-but-definitely-not-in-any-way-homoerotic gaze the cardiologist gave my none too washboard midsection, nor can one easily sidestep his clearly bemused-to-the-point-of-being-slightly-condescending surprise at the, uh, “difficulty” I had with the higher settings on the bike resistance during the stress-test EKG, such that, all told, it combined to equate to a medical professional’s non-verbal bitch slap upside my head.

So, needless to say, even though I’m about to say it, having been reassured that I am not likely to drop dead on the treadmill anytime soon, I’ve been “motivated” to get off my ever-expanding butt and get back into a regular exercise routine.

And yes, the diet.  Although, diets haven’t been a big issue for me.  I’ve managed to lose about 15 pounds by cutting out the beer and carbs like bread, cookies, etc.  I tend to eat a lot of meats, and vegetable, and have cut out most dairy due to a case of adult-onset milk allergy or some such.

The missing piece is clearly the regular exercise.   So, back to the treadmill, and the bike, and perhaps the pool.  It’s disheartening how much more work working out is at 43 than it was at 23.  Heavy sigh.

It’s amazing how much we convey with non-verbal communication.  Of course, the Doc DID suggest that, yes, regular exercise is probably warranted and a good idea if I want to keep the ol’ ticker ticking for the foreseeable future.

Noted.