Apparently, I am finally at my base weight.

Over the weekend, I actually did something I have not done in months....I GAINED weight.
It was only 2-3 pounds, something most folks would probably write off as a big weekend, and go on about their day.

For me, that was a bit of a let down, and a bit of a scary thing. Why?
Well, I didn't think I did anything THAT off the right path, and yet there was a notable gain.

See, to gain weight, I need to either eat a lot more calories than I burn, or I have to eat a lot more salt than I should, thus retaining water weight. In either case I am putting undue strain on my heart.

The OTHER scary thing is that it was EASY to do. Not that gaining or losing is easy, per say. What was easy was eating like I ate over the weekend. THAT is scary.

It was too easy to fall off the wagon, grab a bit of food here and there, eat food for which I didn't find the salt content. I have been getting better and better for almost 5 months. FIVE WHOLE MONTHS have passed and not another problem. That is a long time. Yet, it has ONLY been 5 months.

I am too close to the heart attack to forget about being careful. This weekend showed me that.

This recovery is about decisions & every day...every single day...I have to make the best decisions I can if I am to stay strong and healthy.

Wish me luck, and if you see me, remind me that I need to take care of myself.
That is how you can all help me recover.

Good night and God bless.