A friend told me the other day that someone had asked her if I was alright; if I was physically okay. "Is he sick?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, his hair is a lot shorter and he's lost weight."
"No, he's just fine."
For the record, I intentionally have been losing weight since May. How much? Yeah, I'm gonna share that here (he wrote sarcastically). I've also been walking three to five times a week - most weeks - for 60-90 minutes. I feel great, my blood pressure is in the excellent range, I'm able to listen to some great podcasts while exercising, and I plan on keeping with the weight loss until I hit my goal...and then stay there. (When I get there, and if you're really just dying to know, I'll tell you how much and how. But really: don't we all have better things to wonder about?)
Also for the record, my hair is shorter because I'm losing it. Balding is the ultimate in shorter hair.
So, thanks for the concern ... but I'm not sick; just healthy (or at least healthier).

