Good evening, dear friend, and of course, I wish you a happy Thursday! How are you? How have you been? As for me, I am okay! The weather has been unbearable, with heat enough to melt anyone that is unfortunate to stand by the sun. The temperature surge is no surprise for this time of year, when Summer meets winter with few barriers in between, given my region has the four seasons only nominally. Apart from the hot termic feel, I am happy and satisfied to say to you: we are closing April with good news!
Today I had an appointment with my dietitian, and as such, I was anxious and pessimistic. I have not felt like I was doing a terribly big deal of effort over eating correctly, and you know, I hate exercising. I was expecting to hear a series of bad news, warnings.,, well, none of that was actually the case. My situation, at this precise moment, could not be better. I am back to the double digits in weight, when I was before on the triple digits, a metric that hasn't been achieved since around 2019. I also lost a great deal in body fat, while keeping the muscle mass by all means intact. Of course, I am still on the obesity ground, but on a much much more manageable situation. I reduced my risk of cardiac arrest and diabetes by almost half of what was before. I am not really used to good news, usually I am always on my guard for whatever bad outcome may be thrown my way. Today, I am surprised by a myriad of good news and success, and an affirmation the surgery so far has been an incredible net positive!
I can only say that I am happy I am not in a book, one of those cheap novels the young and impressionable teens read. Usually they have a terrible trope, that of throwing a series of terrible things at the way of the main character, as to compensate for the one good thing that happens to him. I am always afraid of singing my good fortune too loudly, as to not attract the divine wrath. As it turns out, I am in real life, far less extreme on most cases. Many are unfulfilled and dream of better. They often forgot that nightmares are also dreams, and while the good kind of imagination can make reality colorless, dreary, not to be endured, the sort of inagination that unleashes the wicked of nightmates remind us that thank God there is an actual ground to lay the feet on. No vengeful deity to punish us with its arbitrary anger. The actual God that is the master of the universe is much more respectful of His own rules, and he also is not willing to engage in petty tortures, or ideally, any torture to be exact. And this God thst exists is so benign as, even if He knows it all and can even control outcomes, He allow men to choose. The fact one can't predict the future is one of the gifts of the divine. Life is no teen romance drama, over the top and ridiculous. Life is life, and I suppose, the more I have nightmares, the more I am grateful that is the case.
I am happy I could write this before midnight comes and brings the next month in. I am very relieved I will end April, the one year anniversary of the surgery, in a much better state than, say, April 15th 2024. Wrapping up this post, I hope I can write a bitty bit more in May, though I would not like to force it much. We will see. I should return here to this publication real real soon, around maybe the weekend. I wish you the best, my friend! See you again real soon, no worries!
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