Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I had my 4-week check this morning. The doc gave me the okay to resume my normal life, with the exceptions of no sex & no lifting anything over twenty pounds for two more weeks. So, as soon as I retrieved my bike from my office, I went for a ride.
The doctor also gave an explanation for why my appetite is reduced: lack of estrogen. It makes sense, because a body that produces estrogen thinks it's a breeder, and producing healthy babies requires food. But it surprises me because all I've heard is women complaining about gaining weight post-hysterectomy. Nonetheless, in this area, I'm more than happy to be a statistical outlier!
I go back to work tomorrow. I won't try commuting until next week, but I do hope to get a couple more bike rides in. My contact patch will need to ease back into my normal cycling routine.
Friday, July 05, 2013
We were at the home of a couple of people who attend the same church as we do. They're one of the couples we "connected" with fairly soon after we started attending All Saints'. They're fairly geeky, so we have that in common. (The church is in Richland, WA, home to Hanford, the Pacific Northwest National Laboratory and the LIGO* facility; there are a LOT of geeks in our church ~ proof that faith and reason can cooperate!) Ann gave us the tour of their home and showed off their Endless Pool. She immediately said we were free to use it anytime.
I then told her about my goal of completing an Olympic distance triathlon to celebrate my 50th birthday. I figured I was going to join a gym in order to access a pool. I just may have to take her up on her offer!
I come from a family that only offers to do something if they really mean it. But I know a lot of people aren't like that. I would hate to accept the offer of the pool only to later find my doing so is an imposition. Both Ann & Mike seem like pretty straight-shooters, so I'm guessing they wouldn't make the offer as an empty gesture.
I figure I'll tell Ann what I just wrote above. If she really is willing to let me use their pool a couple times a week, awesome. If not, no worries, no hard feelings. But if get to use the pool, I will pay them with homemade bread and blackberry jam.
*LIGO: Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory. Uber-geeks. www.ligo-wa.caltech.edu
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
My weight has settled into the mid-180's. I'm not continuing to lose weight rapidly, but it's not coming right back, either. I figure it's now up to me what happens. And given how much I love to eat and since I cannot ride my bike, I need to be very conscientious about my diet.
I made pizza last night. I pretty much always eat half the pizza, even if I'm not hungry. I love our pizzas. Last night's pizza was particularly delicious: freshly-made dough and pesto, roasted chicken, artichoke hearts, and a combination of mozzarella and parmesan. Muy yummy! I cut it in to quarters, and then cut one quarter into small squares. I then ate those squares slowly, savoring each bite.
It worked! Although I was sorely tempted to have more pizza, I did not. (But it took a couple of otter pops to distract me.) And I had another quarter of the pizza for breakfast this morning. I feel pretty good about saying no to eating the whole damned thing. I hopeful this is a sign of good things to come: my self-discipline is getting a work out!
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Ah, le Tour de France. The biggest annual sporting event. The toughest major athletic event. (I think the Race Across America is harder.)
This irony escapes few recreational cyclists: we spend much of July (prime cycling season in much of the Northern Hemisphere) sitting on our butts watching other people ride. (I have friends who put their lives on hold during the World Cup, but that's not an annual event.)
This year, I cannot ride. Doctor's orders. And I'm not working - also doctor's orders. So I can watch the Tour guilt-free. I can watch the live feed (4:30 this morning), take a nap, and watch the prime time broadcast with the Hubs.
Friday, June 28, 2013
I'm down to 184 pounds. For the first time in a looong time, my BMI is less than 30. But I don't entirely trust it.
My body fat reading on my scale continues to go up. That indicates to me I'm dehydrated, despite continuing to drink ridiculous amounts of water. In the first few days after I came home, my blood pressure was really high and I believe it was because I was retaining a lot of water. I'm taking a stool softener which pulls water into the colon; I didn't want to mess with that by taking a diuretic. (My doctor gave me a prescription to a diuretic years ago. I only take it when my blood pressure creeps up too high.) My blood pressure is back to normal and I've shed the water that was lodged in my belly.
I've been more conscientious about what I eat, but here's the shocking part: I'm still eating at least 2000 calories a day. (Tuesday I hit 2500 - that's what I normally eat when I'm riding my bike.) I'm learning that I can actually say no to cravings. The biggest change is that I feel full much more quickly, and eating too much makes me uncomfortable. Perhaps my surgeon did a gastric bypass while she was in there moving things around.
I'm hopeful I can get into the habit of eating more reasonably. While a lot of "diets" would have me eat 1200-1500 calories a day, there is no way I am ever going to follow a eating regimen like that. I could do it for a short period of time, but it's completely unsustainable. And if I can lose weight eating 2000 calories a day - albeit slowly - why would I torture myself and try to survive on 1500? (And trust me, I would be one cranky kitten after a few days of 1500 calories. RawR!)
When I do my round-trip commute, I burn about 1000 calories. It's not uncommon for me to burn 3500 calories on a weekend training ride. A while back, a chubby friend told me, "I don't get it. As much as you exercise, why aren't you crazy skinny?" (She wasn't being mean - it was an honest question.) I laughed and told her she had no idea how much I eat.
I will continue to eat "too much." When I'm riding a lot, I follow the philosophy that one should never go to bed hungry (that's prime muscle-rebuilding time). I also eat every 3-4 hours, even when I'm not hungry and it's not "time to eat." That frees up my lunch hour for a walk, and it ensures I'm fueled for my ride home. (My ride in to work is on an empty stomach. I believe it's better that way because it taps into glycogen stores while my blood sugar is on the low end. The ride is only about 37 minutes, so it's not going to cause me to bonk.) I'm just hopeful that already being down below a BMI of 30 is sufficient motivation to continue eating reasonably.
And on that note, it is time for breakfast!
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