Piece of Cake

I did not eat a piece of cake!  Nor am I planning that BIG last meal, either.  It seems I've come to my senses and I'm grateful for that; now I'm not too worried about my future.
The piece of cake I am referring to is the Dobutamine cardiac stress test I had this morning.  I had it once before and it was an awful experience.  I truly felt my heart was going to explode.  The team was very kind and kept reassuring me it would be over soon.  It was, and I prayed I would never have to have another test but sometimes, other prayers need to be answered before your own.
This time, the team was also very nice and made me calm (without medication) before the procedure even started. It was over before I even knew it and actually, I felt remarkably good after it was all over.  Maybe getting my heart rate up to 140 released some endorphin's that have been lying dormant, who knows? 
I have one last appointment (unless there is a problem with locating the results of my colonoscopy I had a few years ago...fingers are crossed and novenas said) this Friday with my nutritionist and then it's on to the newest phase of my life. 
As my husband and I were talking over our wonderful lunch of clams on the half shell, clam chowder, lobster rolls and beer, I feel as if I have a second chance or a do-over if you will, for my life.  This procedure is giving me another chance to take all the information I've learned over my adulthood and put it to good use with my nutrition and life style.  I know, I've always known, the right way to eat a healthy, balanced diet, exercise and take care of myself.  I just let it go.
It's being handed to me again, and I'm going to keep a good hold of it and let it take me places I didn't think I could ever get to, see or be a part of since I was too over-weight to enjoy such things.
It's an opportunity and a treasure as well as a brave action to undertake.  It's not for everybody but for me, this is the right way to go.