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Weightloss Journey to 40...Day 2

With my alarm ringing off at 5:21a to walk for 15 minutes on the hamster wheel, I tried to keep my mind under control as I readied myself for my MRI.  Not an easy feat, since last month, when they tried to put me in, I ended up having a panic attack and leaving.  Sqooshy ball, hanai sister and valium, (courtesy of my concerned, yet determined cardiologist) in hand, I made it into the machine this time.

So why the run down of my morning?  Because this was the third visit to LA in 7 days and all to the doctor's office. Last Tuesday was my echocardiogram, last Friday my regular 3 month check up with Dr. D, my cardiologist and today my MRI to scope out my heart and make sure it hasn't gotten any bigger.  Getting in shape and losing the weight will lessen the amount of times I will have to do all of these tests. In September 2010 I had to go through a Cardio Catheter test.  Not the most exciting test to go through, since it is so invasive, but then again, it's all to make sure my over worked ticker, is doing okay.

Simply put, I did this to myself. I have always known the dangers of being me.  Sure that sounds dramatic, but heart problems run on both sides of my family and I should have always known better.  It's easier to put on the weight than it is to take it off, but judging from the support I have received yesterday from my first post, I know this time will make the difference.  I felt a little weird opening up my inner me to the world, but maybe this is the way it needs to be done and seeing how I am the consummate over sharer on the social network any way, I guess it isn't a bad thing. ;)

Thank you to everyone for taking this journey with me. Being accountable to others, will help me to be accountable to myself.

ps. watch out for the valium, it will leave you with a crazy hangover. ick.







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  1. ItsJustJodiJanuary 31, 2012 at 10:46 PM

    One day at a time darling,, I am going to be taking this journey with you,, Love you !!!!

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