I do the lifelog thing, keeping track of whatever personal numbers are easy to keep track of and that my future self might find interesting.

Today, one of those numbers has finally dropped all the way down to 29.9...

... which means that I am, officially, no longer "obese"; I am merely "overweight". :)

Last summer, my BMI peaked at 40.8, and I managed to make arrangements to get enrolled in the local weight-loss clinic. We tried a few things, and my weight gradually got better, but my progress kind of stalled out at the start of the year. About two months ago, three things happened at once: I had one of my prescriptions changed from one that people who take it tend to gain weight to one that people who take it tend to lose weight; I got a new prescription for anti-diabetes medication; and due to Current Events, I stopped regularly visiting the nearest franchise of a Brazilian-owned, nationalistic-themed café chain. (Given how said chain treated their employees as Current Events became more widely-known, I also made a resolution not to patronize them even after Current Events resolved.) I don't know which of those three, singly or in combination, did the trick, but my numbers have been gradually improving ever since.

Naturally, if I try, I can find a dark cloud inside every silver lining. For example, as my depression has been lifting and my mood has been getting better, my senses have also been having a veil pulled back; I've been smelling scents I haven't in years. Unfortunately, half a week ago, when I had some asparagus for dinner, I gagged so hard I nearly lost the rest of what I'd eaten; and when I tried to get back on the horse the other night and tried it again, I flinched and couldn't stomach the stuff. And taking out a tape-measure, I should be wearing pants with a waistband two inches smaller than what I've been wearing for some time, but due to Current Events, it's not really practical to try a few pairs on in fitting rooms, so I'm wearing a belt that overlaps itself to a somewhat ridiculous degree.

Of course, given that a recent study's flow-chart ( https://www.zdnet.com/article/nyu-scientists-largest-u-s-study-of-covid-19-finds-obesity-the-single-biggest-factor-in-new-york-critical-cases/ ) suggests that by crossing that arbitrary line, my odds of needing hospitalization should I become infected with COVID-19 have gone from 70% to 13%, I think I've just managed to increase my estimated future lifespan by a larger amount than anything I've done since, oh, 2012... which makes the previous paragraph a teensy, tiny puff of a cloud, indeed.

Given the complications of Current Events, I think that I shall hold off on ordering in the traditional celebratory pizza, and continue with my previous plans for a dinner based around roasting some fish onto which some basil pesto has been spread.