Monday, August 04, 2014
So, a lot has been going on since our trip to London. I met with the nutritionist at Kaiser and she was very nice and was able to give me a few tidbits that I didn't already know. She was able to be more specific as to what my calorie range should be. That was a big help as every site I checked had different numbers. After reviewing about a week's worth of food tracking, she determined my diet was OK although I could add a fruit or so a day. Her conclusion was that increasing my exercise is the key for me. (No duh!) At that time, I was starting back in with the walking and was only doing 20-30 minutes a day. She said if I would increase that to 40-60 minutes, kept calories the same, I could lose about 15 pounds by September (this was first full week of June). She recommended I call a health coach at Kaiser for continued support. I was happy with the meeting and ready to get back on track.
I started walking routine and within 3-5 days I was having significant pain in the back of my left knee. I decided I should rest it for a couple of days (good excuse, huh?) Well, time marched on with no exercise.
At the end of June we went to the lake for a long weekend and I took a terrible fall off the boat onto the dock. Landed on my left shoulder and knee; awful bruise on my right calf. It was a bit of an emotional breakdown for me also---aging, falls, balance, weight----I was angry about all of it!!! My dear hubby "talked me off the ledge" but, boy, my left knee hurt like heck. There was no bruising and little swelling. I stopped walking and spent as much time as I could with my leg up, trying to get that knee to heal. Doctor? Why, no, thank you. I will just sit here day in and day out doing nothing.
Last week, at the lake, we had ceramic tile or hardwood throughout. My knee ached 24/7 and I was having significant swelling. So, I finally called the doctor. DUH!
Saw my primary care doctor (I will be changing doctors by the way, but that's another story). I know I have posted as being at my all time high weight. Well, that was then---NOW I'm at my all time highest weight and it is not pretty. I never thought I would weigh this much!! Anywhoo, she sent me for xrays and then to orthopedist. Loved the ortho--kind, caring, knowledgeable, patient. Great guy!! Bottom line: I have no significant damage from the fall but it exacerbated some osteoarthritis in that knee that is fairly significant. Xrays weren't pretty but he was calm. We had the weight talk--I cried, he comforted. Then I had a cortisone shot and got a knee brace for when I start walking again. Right now, I am being sent to our recumbent bike in our dungeon of a basement for daily workouts until my thighs are stronger and I start to lose some weight. He kept mentioning 20 pounds but "that's not set in stone". Seeing as how I've only gained since SP I am not very confident of losing 2 pounds; let alone 20!!! I have to overcome that attitude and pump some positive in my head: I will lose weight this time! I am different than I was and I can do this. HMMM......may need to repeat that quite often!
Just in a bit of a funk today/tonight. I know I'm 63 but feel too young to be dealing with arthritic knee! I do not like aging!! I hate it that I've gained all this weight. So, the two things I struggle with most (aging and weight) were the focus of my day!
I'll feel better tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Our dear son and daughter in law are expecting first baby in January!!! They are over the moon and so are we! There were many reasons we were afraid this wouldn't happen for them but it seems it was easy-peasy!!! (TMI?) They will be amazing parents!!!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
That blog sounded like a boring travelogue. Let me give you some of the inside dirt. Leaving Dulles my husband was told his carry on was too big. It wasn't. The guy was just giving us grief and being "tough". He said he'd let it go this time (it fit in the measure thing!). Nobody else on the entire trip made a peep about the size of that bag and we saw at least one carryon that was almost twice that size.
I got stopped a Dulles security. They had 3 different people come up to look at xray of my bag. My husband does our packing (he has better visual spatial) so I'm standing there thinking "what the heck!" (or something similar). They open my bag (after they dusted it; why, thank you very much), TSA guy digs around through my underwear and pulls out a CPap machine. Yeah, so what? Well, under the cpap was a boatload of extension cords. The guy smiles at me and says "a box sitting on numerous wires sends up all sorts of red flags. Have a nice day." My husband is surprised--never thought of that.
We stop for a quick breakfast--yummy egg sandwich--and get to our gate. The rest of the flight is fairly uneventful. Reading, sleeping, legs cramping, using the nasty bathroom (I managed to keep it to one time!) Had some yummy plane food--remember when they used to feed you all the time??? Well, you're so hungry it seems like 5 star restaurant fare.
Land in London--ya da, ya da, ya da. Filled you in on the sightseeing events. Hubby walks twice as fast as I so I'm like the toddler always trailing behind. Occasionally, he will pause to make sure I haven't gotten lost or kidnapped. He also has a hearing problem so to get his attention, everyone for a square block turns to look at me--well, except him. Actually, the days in London were pretty routine sightseeing, eating, etc.
Saturday we're up and at 'em to head to Dublin. Cab to train, train to airport. Heathrow loves to make you think you're gate is right around the corner--WRONG. It's long hallway after long hallway like you're in a maze. Very discouraging as a traveler. Got into Dublin--here's where it gets interesting. My dear hubby has always thought he could do anything--drywall? not a problem; fix a car? not a problem, fix the septic? not a problem. I will not comment on his success. So he had decided we would rent a car and drive from Dublin to Galway ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!!! His friends told him he was crazy but his response "how hard can it be?" Well, he discovered it is much harder than you would think! Most of that trip was on 4 lane freeway so it wasn't so bad. Oh, yeah--our first meal in Ireland? Burger King! We don't eat there at home. Hubby tried to convince me it was Burger O'King. I wasn't buying it.
Ok, driving into Galway now and it's getting a little dicey. They have numerous round abouts and it is difficult to stay on the wrong side of the road going in a circle looking for your road. Geez! Understatement to say it was stressful. By this time my sweet husband has figured out he made a terrible mistake thinking he could drive in a foreign country on the left side of the road so he's getting somewhat tense. We find our hotel, park the car and haul luggage to the room.
OK, so what does the dear man want to do for the evening? Well, of course, he wants to DRIVE us into Galway city center. Does he know where that would be? Well, no but it can't be hard to find. Like a fool I got in the car with him--I was afraid for him to head off alone. First of all, he kept wanting to be on the very, very left side of the road. Hence, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride---tires rubbing the curb, on the sidewalk. Holy Moly just get me out of this car. Of course, he's getting more and more stressed. To add to the fun, they do not mark their streets so you have no idea where the heck you are! We made the "difficult" decision to try to get back to the hotel in one piece. We were successful and had a great dinner in their restaurant!!
Sunday, we get a cab to take us to city center. He laughed and laughed at these 2 Americans thinking they could drive in Galway!! More sightseeing, shopping, lunch. Fun!
Get a cab back to the hotel and now we have to drive back to Dublin to spend the night for early morning flight back to London. Load up the car--head out. Cocky couple are sure we got off on the right road on the round about. It's raining--hard to heavy. On the road. Uh oh, not surprising that we believe we're on the wrong road to Dublin. Hubby decides he needs to pull over to look at a map and mull things over. A couple of convenient places pass us by and I can tell he's getting stressed and upset. He sees a ????. Not sure what it was--an old building behind a fence with a gravel lot. He has to turn across lanes of traffic. He's nervous--too much acceleration and, well, yes, we did run into a stack of wooden pallets. Many small/ medium Irish children come running and on bikes. They are screaming "he crashed, he crashed!" This was not soothing to either of us. Punctured tire and lost part of bumper. Hubby pulls back into what seemed like a parking lot. Surrounding this concrete were a number of RVs and small motor homes. It was a community! A couple of young, brutish Irishmen came to make sure we were OK. They then left the 63 year old on the verge of a nervous breakdown to change the tire by himself in the pouring rain! Luckily, those kids hung with us the whole time--"why did he hit those?", "is he a bad driver?", "where are you from?", etc. Neither of us were in the mood to be friendly to these young children, let alone polite. Finally, some older gent (our age?) came out and offered to help since it seemed the old American guy had no clue. (Actually, hubby is very good at changing tires, just not in pouring rain, in strange place with a bunch of kids yelling at him!) So, hubby is soaked but they finally get it changed. We tried to give this angel some money and, of course, he refused. He was just happy he could help us. I'm sure we gave those kids and that community something to laugh about all week!
We FINALLY get to the airport. Turn in the damaged car and the Avis man seemed almost giddy that we had wrecked. We had the full insurance so he was delighted to repeatedly tell us that there would be no charge!
Many delays with the flight. It took us until evening to fly the short distance from Dublin to London. ARGH!
Rest of trip was pretty uneventful. (thank goodness!).
One more thing about that Heathrow airport. They don't post your gate until maybe 10-15 minutes before you board. That's fun. So we're EARLY for our flight. Have a great leisurely breakfast. I decide I should use the bathroom by the restaurant. Hubby recommends we get closer to what we think is our gate. I'm not happy but agree. We turn the corner thinking we were about at the gate and the sign told us it was a 15 minute walk from where we were to the gate. Are you kidding? We are bookin' it to the gate. Luckily the flight was a little delayed so I could use the bathroom, hubby got more coffee and we could get on the plane!!
Now, was that better than the boring travelogue????
Monday, June 16, 2014
We had a wonderful time in London and Ireland! I'm an OK traveler but I do not like the airport stress!! And, flying international seems to add to the stress for me. Anyway, we were plenty early for our flight but still had little wait time by the time we stood in all of the lines.
Arrived at Heathrow 5:30 pm our time (10:30 pm England time). Took the Heathrow Express to Paddington Station; caught a cab to hotel. We were exhausted. Had a nice room; got unpacked and collapsed into bed. Did not get up until noon!! Had lunch in the hotel and headed out. We had planned on doing the open top tour bus on our first day to get a feel for the city. Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate for long. We had about 15 minutes and then the wind whipped up and here came the rain!! Had to run downstairs and had the rest of the tour in the enclosed portion of the bus. It was OK but more difficult to see the sights. I was a bit disappointed but it was OK, I guess. We ate fish and chips at a pub around the corner from our hotel and I tried a local cider! (I only drink wine but was determined to try local!). Yummy stuff!!
Had a traditional English breakfast the next morning. Yeah, not impressed. Runny egg, "baked" beans and hash brown "squares". Sausage and bacon were included as was toast. My first and last traditional breakfast. Do not like beans for breakfast or runny eggs! Tower of London day. Fascinating, beautiful, impressive. Had a fun time wandering around. Saw the crown jewels! Unbelievable! They look fake they are so big!
St. Paul's Cathedral in the afternoon. Fascinating, beautiful, impressive. (see a theme?). Wandered around with the tour headphones. Amazing! Light dinner and off to bed.
Buckingham Palace and changing of the guards on this day. Got to the palace about an hour and a half before ceremonies began so we had a great spot to watch. We waited and waited. The weather was beautiful--cool breeze and warm sun. Hubby is not a fan of the pomp and circumstance so he left me to go get a coffee and people watch. I lasted till the bitter end of the ceremony at the palace. (about an hour and a half). I enjoyed every minute. The respect, dignity and pageantry fascinate me. I can't think of anything like that in the states.
We went to Harrod's in the afternoon--bought nothing. What a massive, confusing store. Way too "stuffy" and "uppity" for me although we did eat in one of the small restaurants there and had delicious pizza!
Then off to spend a couple of hours at the Victoria & Albert museum. Dinner at a different local pub. Broccoli/cauliflower/cheese pie. YUM!!
Saturday we were off to Dublin, Ireland. We rented a car and drove to Galway. Driving on the "wrong" side of the road proved more challenging than my hubby had thought. Riding with him in Ireland was very similar to "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" at Disneyland.
We poked around a bit and had dinner at the hotel.
Sunday we took a cab to Galway city center and did some sightseeing and shopping. Weather was rainy/cloudy but it was still a wonderful time. Loved it. Drove back to Dublin; spent the night and flew back to London on Monday.
Tuesday was hubby's big day! Abbey Road and Beatles. Fun! Saw the crosswalk, the studio and a home that one of the travel sites claims Paul still owns. Who knows? We ate lunch at Victoria Station and went on Thames cruise. Glorious weather. Great time.
Back to hotel to pack. UGH!
Up bright and early on Wednesday to catch our flight home.
I'm sorry I haven't gotten to my pictures yet. But we did have a great time. The trip was all I had hoped for. And, my foot held up fine!
Went to the nutritionist today. that will probably be my next blog!
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