Day + 66, I Ran

Since I started tracking my weight about 40 days ago I've lost nearly 30 pounds, most of it in the form of fluid. I've been able to remove everything but the final few pounds in my lower legs and feet, which have circled the wagons and are putting up a fight. That's not to say I've stopped making advances, it's just that getting fluid out of a foot is like getting blood out of a stone.

Today's a "water pill" day, which means that I'll feel absolutely miserable for the evening and tomorrow morning. I must endure this regimen until my body can flush out these fluids on their own. Unfortunately, the doctors do not know when this might happen. If it will happen.

This just in from the Irony Department: Although I've been struggling with the weight loss over the last few weeks, my worries are now being unable to gain real weight. I estimate I'm about 17 pounds underweight, and believe me, I look it. My mother got me a sweater the other day, and it fits me like a nightgown. Unfortunately, I've been blessed/cursed with an Italian disposition to eat large amounts of carbohydrates and not gain a single pound. This "anti-beer belly" mechanism is now working against me. Does this shirt make me look fat? If so, I'd like to buy it. In fact, give me two of them.

But I feel progress. Before I got sick again this weekend, I took my daily walk on Saturday and was pleasantly surprised to discover that I was able to jog for some distance without falling on my ass. This is a good sign.