I'm writing this on Friday, a few hours before I have to go see a surgeon about my hernia.
I'm not terribly nervous, although that may change as my appointment draws nearer. I have a gut feeling, if you'll pardon the expression, that Dr. Jeffrey Bender won't want to operate. If that's the case, I certainly won't try to change his mind.
Whatever he decides, it'll be nice to know one way or the other.
See, I got some bad news on Thursday. I got on the scale and found that I'd gained 2 pounds. It wasn't unexpected, but it wasn't exciting, either. Basically it means that my overall weight loss in the past month is a whopping one pound. I lost three and gained two back.
I know why, of course.
Not enough exercise. I hurt myself lifting weights a while back. Dr. Brian Coleman, the main Ken 2.0 physician, checked me out and thought I'd be fine lifting lighter weights, but I couldn't convince myself he was right. Then a CT scan found a hernia on my right side. I think I lifted weights one time after that. I'd probably be OK if I'd kept up my cardio, too, but I haven't been doing it regularly enough. I'm in a huge rut.
Too much food. Last weekend I spoke at the Mayborn Literary Nonfiction Conference in Texas. I had a great time hanging out with some of the best writers in the world, and I ate and drank too much. I had salads and steamed veggies, but I also had dessert three times. My weight gain isn't just because of the conference, though. I've been eating too much in general. My biggest vice? Frosted Mini Wheats. I've gone through box after box of them, with milk and without, not measuring portions or counting the calories.