Thursday, October 03, 2013
I like food, if I didn't chances are I would be here. For the most part Sparkpeople is about portion control and living a healthy lifestyle through exercise and what not, and most of us are pretty familiar with what happens if we don't take those healthy steps. We gain weight, or at the least fail to lose what we want to. But when we don't make good choices, we don't always see an immediate detriment, and when we do, there's usually not an immediate reward.
But lately, I've had a medical mystery of sorts. I started getting a scratchy throat, then a bad cough, then my larnyx started periodically closing up cutting off my airway -- very scary, especially when I didn't understand what was going on.
One possibility is GERD, or acid reflux -- which I've had some experience with, the other is allergies, which I've had very little. My lifestyle choices also make me a candidate, I love things like pizza, garlic, chocolate, coffee, soda, tomatoes, alcohol, etc -- all things that are acidic. As soon as I made the connection of GERD being the possible culprit of my intermittant episodes of not breathing, I decided to give up coffee, red meat, and spicy things. I went to drinking green and white tea for a while, and now I'm drinking mostly Roobios tea (which is pretty darn good BTW).
If a craving comes I ask myself "do I want a cheeseburger or do I want to breathe? The choice is pretty easy. Quality healthy lifestyle plans, such as SP, will tell you you don't have to give up the foods you love, you just need moderation. But sometimes, there are things you have to give up completely. And although it may not always seem like it, the choice really is between life and death.
So the upside to all this is I'm making changes that I probably should have made a long time ago, because the things I'm missing are really trivial compared to the things I stand to gain.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
A long, long time ago, when I was a teenager I started gaining weight for the first time since I was little more than a toddler (aside from basic growing weight). As I found myself officially "chubby" I thought to myself if I ever weighed 200 pounds I would die (of embarrassment). Then. after I had my kids - at 22, I did, and I did not die. As time went by, the new "die" point scooched up to 250, and then 300 -- I reached both, and here I've lived to tell about it.
Along the way, I've come to be bothered by those who harp over those supposed extra ten pounds that I can't even see. I told myself, that if I got down to what "they" weigh, I would appreciate it. Today, I'm 235, still 66 pounds from my goal, 33 away from breaking out of the "obese" category, but it's come over years. I spent a long time on a 285 plateau, then hovered between 265 and 270 forever. I couldn't break 250 to save my life -- then I did. And I sat in the low 240s for some time as well.
While I'm as excited to break a plateau as anyone, I've realized that they are a gift. I've learned that when I find myself at a standstill I can stop and look around and see how far I've come. I'm down 74 pounds, but I can't take it for granted. Wallowing over the other 66 won't get me anywhere, and it will keep me from appreciating this moment where I'm giving myself a well deserved pat on the back. I reward myself with new little challenges that were once out of my league.
I've learned to stop and enjoy the view, and even the long plateaus don't seem quite so long.
Monday, September 09, 2013
Lately, I've been doing a sort of informal couch to 5K thing, meaning I'm not following an official "program" and I am not training for a specific race. In truth, I don't think I could handle the crowd at an official 5K race, but I'd like to have the ability to run 3.1 miles in uncrowded conditions, just to say I can.
When I run, it's at the Y around a nice track where 10 laps equals a mile, and when I go, if time allows i try to get in three miles around the track, and usually I'll run a few laps here and there between walking. Today, I walked a warm up lap, then ran for 10 laps (a whole mile) straight. That was followed by 5 walking laps. I then went and did a couple weight machines, and I was back on the track. 1 more walking lap, then 5 more running, followed by 3 walking and another 5 running. I ended with about 6 more walking.
That totals 3.6 miles -- and I ran two of it with at least a half mile at once.
So I'm patting myself on the back. With other walking I did, I put in about 6 miles total. Not too shabby, especially since I'm coming down with a cold.
tomorrow, I probably won't try running, I may not even make it to the Y-- but I'll walk a lot at least, and soon enough I'll have another big day.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Yesterday I went out and bought a new fitbit and now I am wearing it. I've been losing REALLY slowly, but I haven't been super diligent. I go in spurts at the gym, and yesterday I actually didn't go to the gym because I went home to try and figure the thing out. But I did pace around enough to get my 5000 steps.
The experience of wearing the tracker bracelet is somewhere between those who have to wear an ankle bracelet because they are on house arrest, and that segment from Sesame Street years ago where Ernie has all the strings tied on his finger, "this string reminds me to do this, and this string reminds me to look at the other string...."
You are supposed to rarely take off the bracelet, and it is really hard to put back on. I had planned to take it off in the shower even though the claim is that you don't have to -- but that will be too much trouble, so I will leave it on.
I'm currently about halfway between my heaviest and the weight that is supposed to be "healthy" -- I've got about 70 pounds to go, but I'm just thinking about the next 20.
Today, I'll get some work done, go to the Y and walk/run on the track. Maybe throw in a few weight machines if time allows. Eat in my calorie range, etc. Keep syncing my bracelet and voils! the magic will happen again.
The truth is, bracelet or no bracelet, obesity is its own form of house arrest because it restricts so much of what you can do.
Thursday, March 01, 2012
The other day I took a writing assignment about the challenges women face when they embark on a weight loss journey, and how typically it is a greater challenge for women to lose weight than men. My own children (college students) are of healthy weights and even a bit on the thin side. We see people all the time that seem to be able to eat tons of fattening food as if it were raw carrot sticks. The point is men, women, cyborgs, whatever our challenges are our own.
It is very easy to whine, "It's not fair, Bobby gets to have the buffalo chicken tenders, why can't I?"
No, life isn't fair. It's not about Bobby or anyone else it's about me. I have hypothyroidism, fairly severe money problems, and a lot further to go before I am at a healthy weight. Someone else weighs 100 pounds more than me, is confined to a wheelchair, and has arthritis and diabetes.
If they can do it, I can do it. If they CAN'T do it, I can do it. It doesn't matter. This is my journey. No one else's. My challenges are what they are, and all i can do is face them one at a time and do the best I can.
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