Wednesday diet report

I'm a pound lighter than last week:  154.5.  It's really coming off slowly now.

Cliff and I were both a little concerned with his weight.  He has to weigh every morning, first thing.  One thing we were to report to the doctor was any weight gain of more than three pounds in a day, or five pounds in a week, because such a gain might signal congestive heart failure. 

He had hovered within a pound of 229 ever since coming home from the hospital, for over three weeks.  Then, after a day in the hot sun with the haying, Saturday morning he weighed 225.5.  That would have been a good thing, except that the next day he weighed 232.  We debated on whether to call the doctor, since maybe the weight loss was a fluke.  We decided to give it one more day; it was 232 again.  He didn't feel as well for a couple of days, either.

This morning he's back to 229.  Whew.  And take my word for it, he's feeling frisky.

My theory is that he was trying to exercise too hard.  He'd decided to go back to walking in the pasture instead of on the boring track at the park, and was doing some of the extreme slopes at a much faster pace than he'd been walking on the track.  Too much, too soon, I'd say.  So his heart rebelled.  We're back to walking at the park for awhile.

Actually, he ought to be losing weight, and I'm sure he will before long.  He isn't getting more than 2,200 calories, most days. 

A week from Tuesday we'll see his cardiac doctor.