Thursday, May 13, 2010
About a year ago I got an infection in my right leg, over the shin. The doctor called it cellulitis, and treated it with antibiotics. It went away, but came back again, more than once. My doctor sent me to a vascular specialist who said the veins in my right leg were insufficient and that I needed to wear compression stockings and elevate the foot of my bed on blocks to keep my legs above my heart at night. I asked him how long I needed to do that and he said, “Until you’ve lost 50 pounds.” Well, I’ve lost 50 pounds, or really close to it, and I quit wearing the stocking about 6 weeks ago, although I still have the blocks tilting the bed. And guess what – the infection in my right leg is back. It’s not supposed to be that way.
I saw the doctor today, to show him my leg, and to find out why I am suffering from heart palpitations. Sometimes it just feels like something is kicking me from inside my chest. They come in bunches at times and just drive me crazy. (I keep waiting for the Alien to burst out of my chest.) The doctor could feel one when he took my pulse, and described it as a “skipped heart beat”. He did an EKG and it was fine, so he hooked me up to a portable heart monitor that I am wearing for 24 hours to see how often I have this problem. He didn’t seem too concerned. Apparently a lot of people get this and it’s no big deal. He said he could treat it with beta blockers if it really bothered me. Meanwhile, he said to go back to the stockings, keep my leg elevated as much as possible, and try to reduce the stress in my life, since stress is a primary cause of “skipped heart beats”.
I did 2 miles on the treadmill this afternoon. I figured I would test the heart monitor, but I felt fine. Now that I’m back relaxing in my chair, my heart is kicking up again. It’s not supposed to be that way.
OK body, I have a message for you: I lost 50 pounds. I eat healthy foods and I exercise regularly. You have to do your part here. You’re supposed to function properly when I treat you well.
Here’s a funny little poem by Dorothy Parker. Maybe she had the right idea.
If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
If I'm in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again.
If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much;
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Have any of you read the series of books about The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith? If you haven't, you should, because they are really lovely stories, and there is a lot of wisdom in them. I think it was HBO that made them into a television series. My kids got it for me for Christmas because I'd read and loved the books, and the series was very well done.
I copied a quote from one of the books and I'm including it here because I found it inspirational. I love the idea that small acts of kindness make a difference in the world. It also fits in with the Spark philosophy that small steps can change your life.
We seem to read or hear about one tragedy after another these days, from earthquakes to oil spills to terrorist bombers, and there isn't a lot we can do about any of them. But we can be responsible for our own behavior. We can change our lives one act at a time, and we can make a difference in the world.
From "The Good Husband of Zebra Drive"
"The world, Mma Ramotswe believed, was composed of big things and small things. The big things were written large, and one could not but be aware of them –wars, oppression, the familiar theft by the rich and the strong of those simple things that the poor needed, those scraps which would make their life more bearable; this happened, and could make even the reading of a newspaper an exercise in sorrow. There were all those unkindnesses, palpable, daily, so easily avoidable; but one could not think just of those, thought Mma Ramotswe, or one would spend one’s time in tears—and the unkindnesses would continue. So the small things came into their own: small acts of helping others, if one could; small ways of making one’s own life better: acts of love, acts of tea, acts of laughter. Clever people might laugh at such simplicity, but, she asked herself, what was their own solution?"
-- From Book 8 of the "No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency" series by Alexander McCall Smith.
I don't have a link to the rest of the book. They are available at the library, or book stores, or by ordering on line.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
I wanted to blog today because it's been more than a week since I had anything to say, but I still don't have anything in particular to talk about. I had a rough week at work, but I can't really talk about it. I'm sticking to my food tracking and exercise routine. I need to up my exercise, but I'm not quite ready. I bought new jeans in a size 12, and that was kind of exciting.
Then I found the perfect poem for the way I feel today:
“May you live in interesting times.”
If you ask me “What’s new?”, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is.
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past;
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I didn't post my weight last week because I hadn't lost anything. No gain, just no loss. So yesterday morning I woke up feeling, well, thinner, and decided to weigh myself. I stepped on the scale and "Yikes" I'd gained 5 pounds. It couldn't be. I was meeting my calorie goals. I was minimizing the off track eating. I was sticking to my exercise routine. I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and went back to the scale wearing nothing at all. The scale now said I'd gained 6 pounds! Have you ever seen a stark naked fat woman hyper-ventilating? Well that was me.
"Ok," I said to my self, "Slow down. What would your Spark friends say?"
Maybe I lost inches and not pounds. I grabbed the tape measure and found my waist was an inch smaller. That's progress. My clothes felt fine. My wedding ring was still lose. I decided to focus on that and not the scale.
As soon as I got home from work yesterday evening I asked my husband, "Do you think the scale weighed heavy this morning?" (He weighs every day.) "Not really," he answers, but he goes to check. "Oh yeah, the battery is low," he says, "I'll change it."
I was afraid to get on the scale again last night, but this morning I weighed a pound and a half less than last week. Whew!
So next time you can't believe your digital scale, check the battery before you panic.
Here's a little poem that seems to fit. It was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Let nothing disturb thee,
Nothing affright thee;
All things are passing;
God never changeth;
Attaineth to all things;
Who God possesseth
In nothing is wanting;
Alone God sufficeth.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I read somewhere that a writer should never start a novel or short story with the weather, but sometimes the weather is so absolutely perfect you can't start with anything else.
I was going to do the treadmill today, but after going outside I decided to enjoy the gorgeous spring sunshine by working in the yard. An hour of trimming, weeding and raking left me sweaty, but feeling great. I had almost given up yard work the last couple of summers because I just didn't have the energy for it. Now, after 6 months of Spark People, and 40 pounds lost, I can enjoy yard work again.
And, I was wearing my size 14 jeans and cute ocean blue polo shirt from LL Bean that I bought at the mall yesterday. Life is indeed good.
The following poem is by Langston Hughes, who is a favorite poet of mine. I enjoy this poem because it sounds almost like a benediction to me.
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.
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