Jogging behind a jogging stroller changes my gate drastically which has left me feeling like someone failed at an attempt to amputate my legs.
I need a more supportive jogging bra.
For that matter, I need more supportive underwear too. My butt is jiggling entirely too much.
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My day started today when my son peed in my only clean bra.
That is all.
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Who knew that if I stopped eating dessert all day long and got up off the couch I would actually lose weight? Oh, wait, you mean you already knew that? Yeah, I guess I did too. It was just a matter of getting started (again.)
I’m down one chin and six pounds. But my clothes still don’t fit right, and I do love chocolate, so I’ll keep walking and I’ll start the C25K (Couch to 5K) (again) and I’ll start lifting weights (again) and doing sit ups (again.)
I’m considering giving up cheese for a bit. I have realized I eat a whole hell of a lot of cheese.
The plan is I’ll give up a little and get moving a lot.
Because I’m worth it. (And so is chocolate.)
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I mentioned in my bugging out post about a dr apt I had. I realize I kind of made it sound like it was a follow-up visit for me because the kitten had been sick. In fact, the two incidents were completely unrelated.
Yesterday was my follow-up with a pulmonologist. See, about 7 years ago I had an abdominal CT done. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, it showed some “pre-emphysema” in my lung bases. Now that I have switched dr’s, the new dr was going through my history and asked me about it.
Uh, what? I had no idea and there was never any follow-up.
Until now.
So I had a CT and did a breathing test and took a blood test for a genetic marker for some missing enzyme that causes emphysema (which if you find out about in time, you can take a supplement which totally fixes the problem. Interesting, no?)
The nurse tested my pulse ox rate when I got there. The machine said 99. She said “Perfect.”
Where I come from, 100 is perfect and 99 is one point away from perfect. I kind of joked about this and she said when I was 20, 100 would have been perfect, but given my age, 99 is perfect now.
Good to know. I like perfection.
Then she took my blood pressure. Twice.
I joked again about liking to be perfect. I have had extremely low BP since having a tumor removed that was causing extremely high BP.
When the dr came in to give me the good news (normal CT, negative on the missing enzyme, and good scores on the breathing test) he gave me the numbers on the breathing test. Let’s be honest, it was a TEST and I wanted to know how I scored. You know, the perfection thing again.
He said 100 was the best I could do, and I scored 107, 112, and 122.
Perfect.
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Today.
Today is the day I get off my ass.
Today is the day the change begins.
Today is the day I tell you how much I weigh.
150.
(Now, let me say, for anyone weighs more than 150 and struggles with weight, before you punch me in my triple chin, think of 150 more as a state of being rather than a number.)
Let’s do a quick recap – three months ago I weighed 144. I was pretty fine with that. Yes, 5 pounds lighter and my clothes would have fit better, but I could eat all the chocolate I wanted and still maintain 144. I was OK with that.
Two months ago I started a medication and quickly dropped to 138.
138!
Woo Hoo! I was back to my “fighting weight” which is what I weighed both times before getting pregnant. I must shop! I must buy clothes to fit my new body. (Yes, 6 pounds made that big of a difference.)
A little over a month ago, I changed medications (to something much, much better than the first) and then I gained back the 6 pounds I had lost.
And then I gained 6 more pounds. And now I have four chins.
It would be nice to blame the medicine. But that’s not really the case. (Not that the medicine in not a contributing factor, along with the steroid that I was already taking.) I can also lay a little blame on turning 39 last month and my metabolism crashing down.
But I have to honestly lay most of the blame squarely on my own shoulders (and now that I’m, er, sturdier, my shoulders can carry a lot.) The amount of peanut M&M’s and Snickers that I have eaten in the past 2 months is ridiculous. And gross.
And of course I was not shoving Snickers in my mouth while running laps. No, I was shoving all sorts of junk in my pie hole while sitting on the couch. At night. Eating late into the night. Having bowls of cereal and/or ice cream at midnight. Ack.
So, back to today.
Today is a new day.
In front of all two of my remaining readers (Hi mom and dad!!) I vow to stop whining and start doing something.
My new regimen is called get-off-the-couch-and move. It’s called have-a-healthy-snack-at-a-decent-time-and-then-stop-eating. It’s called a-little-bit-of-chocolate-goes-a-long-way. (Seriously, if I can get some results while still having the occasional bit of chocolate, everyone around me will be much better off.)
Let me reiterate – there is nothing wrong with weighing 150. There is something wrong with the rate at which I have been gaining weight. I want to feel good. I want to feel healthy. I want to fit into the damn clothes I bought two months ago.
So whether it’s walking in my neighborhood, working out at the Y, or running laps around my back yard, it starts today.
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I am convinced that I would suffer far fewer side effects from medication if someone unknowingly slipped it in my pudding, instead of me consciously taking it.
That is all.
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