Monday, June 10, 2013
Warning! this is about a health issue so you don't have to read it. But I'd love input!
I found myself only working out on 3 out of 7 days in the past week. I am having acid reflux problems and lots of the workouts I do add to the pressure on my belly, which increases the problem.
After each meal I find I have to stand around/walk around/stand at my high kitchen counter working on my laptop, etc, for an hour or more. That's the only time I don't feel the heartburn. But as I speak, it's been an hour since lunch and I've been on my feet all this time, with heartburn. I eat bland food all day. I'm not drinking acidic drinks, or eating acidic fruit, or fatty foods. I can't find a liquid antacid that doesn't give me bowel trouble. I'm taking the Zantac 150, and have the head of my bed elevated. All night I get heartburn even when my stomach is full. Ah me, I guess it's time to see a doctor.
25 years ago I was told I have GERD and a hiatal hernia. Much of the time since then I've used some sort of over the counter remedy, with pretty good success. I carry most of my excess weight in my lower belly and I think that presses on my stomach and pushes it up. It's not like I haven't been trying to get rid of it. I work hard at it. I try to always loosen my pants at the waist to keep the pressure off. But that isn't always possible. The conundrum I have is that in order to lose lose weight I need to work out, and many of the exercises I do add pressure to my tummy. After all, I need to hold in my abs to have good form and to firm up those muscles. So I get heartburn from working out.
Truth is I have heartburn all the time, so I might as well work out! What's the difference?
I'm mostly afraid of causing further inflammation and scarring of my lower esophagus like I had 25 years ago and had to have strictures there dilated on two occasions, which is a very uncomfortable and nauseating thing to have done.
As I said, any input is very welcome!
Sunday, June 09, 2013
I start this out on a negative note, but don't worry! In the end I get my attitude in line!
I was expecting my daughter and her 9 and 8 year olds to come for an overnighter yesterday. I was mentally prepared, or so I thought. The 9 year old boy was a joy this time, but his sister was drama queen last night and this morning. Wow. Emotional. Deanna said that either one or the other has a period of this, alternating with each other. So I'm not looking forward to their 2 different stays with us this summer, a week each time. Fortunately my husband does most of the work. My mental health is often jeopardized by extended visits. But I must say as I have gotten older, I've adjusted better to this. Mostly I succumb to eating to distract from my stress.
Yesterday got complicated by my other daughter's family showing up. Her pregnant self with her hubby and two kids in tow.
They never show up unannounced and they got here at dinner time. I had nothing to feed them since they eat vegan and I hadn't been to the grocery store. No veggies on hand except the sweet potato that I had baked fries out of just when they arrived. She is VERY temperamental when she gets hungry when she is pregnant (didn't we all?) and never can decide what she is hungry for.
I was so relieved when they decided to get themselves food, and didn't want us to worry about that. They were smart, knowing that they unfairly showed up at a meal time. These vegan folks bend their own rules especially during her pregnancy since she craves pizza and wheat this pregnancy (they also try to stay away from gluten)
Their kids are 3 and 2, so you can imagine the added commotion! Their dad and the 3 year old hearing aids, yet everyone has to speak loudly and enunciate for them. Which adds to the commotion.
To top it off, the 8 year old girl doesn't have patience for the little ones. She spent most of the time in the bedroom overcoming her attitudes.
I just busied myself at the sink. Only ate my sweet potato fries and some nuts. Talked with whichever child was playing nicely and pulled out a new toy for the kids. We all played with it, it is a set of sewing cards made out of wood, which they all liked. It occupied the most rambunctious 3 year old boy. I think he gets crazy because he is bored. He's a very intelligent kid. Almost 4.
My daughters pulled out my ice cream freezer and made lemon Strawberry sorbet. It was so very sweet. They put the whole 2 cups of sugar in it! And they usually don't let their kids eat sugar! Very strange. But it was fun, all except for the motor running for almost an hour. That I think was the most stressful part for me, the noise of the motor.
The good in all this is that I got to see 4 of my grands, and got to love up on them. And my daughters had a nice time together.
Best of all, I did not binge! In spite of all the stress. I kept in mind that it was my 21st day of my binge free streak. Three whole weeks! And I certainly didn't want to blow it.
Today I am being watchful and prayerful that I don't have decompression of stress by eating, now that they have all left. (only one of my daughters' family stayed with us overnight) I set in my mind a plan before i got out of bed. I was going to talk to my hubby and write in my prayer journal about all my feelings about the surprise visit and the stressful parts. I see now that it helped just now to also jot down the things I'm thankful for about the visit. The good points.
I'm sure you all would like to share with me how thankful I should be that I have a family in the first place, and that they love each other an they love me. I am thankful but needed to decompress a little. Thank you for any of you who were patient with me and willing to read my complaints. Complaining is of no value. I don't think it is one of my attractive characteristics. I want to grow into a kind, loving person, no matter what stress comes my way!
Saturday, June 01, 2013
After a more sedentary type day yesterday (walking only 4000 steps throughout the day and not having a workout), I am off to a great start today.
I have a new Amy Grant album downloaded and I love the things she's singing about, it's quite upbeat and a great one to walk to. This morning it was a warm 75 degrees, a touch humid, but it's supposed to be 90 today and I decided to get my walk in early. 8:00 I took off. Funny how I start out thinking I'll only walk around the short loop (45 min.), then when I feel how stuffy the air is and how it seems to make my steps drag, I think maybe I'll just go around the block, 15 minutes.
I got into my music and took off at a very brisk pace and once I got going I decided I'm going to go for 70 minutes. I thought about it a little more and I pictured what route I would take.
It's a route that I've done parts of before but never combined them all. So I had fun. I tried not to look at my stopwatch on my iPhone very often. I kinda wanted to be surprised in the end how long I walked. But near the end I looked at my pedometer and saw that I had reached 4 miles. I made a decision that I would go for that last mile.
Walking a mile takes me 20 minutes, and those last 20 minutes my pace had slowed. I had sweat a lot, and I hate carrying water while I walk, so naturally I ran out of umpf.
I DID IT! I haven't walked that far since I was 41 years old, I'm now 54, and have developed arthritis in my big toe, and have a weakness in my left ankle from nerve damage I got when I had a ruptured disc a few years back. So I think I did pretty darn well!
This week I walked a lot. Some days a good deal of the steps were from walks, but they also include activity all day; I wear the pedometer all day. I made 10,600 one day, 15,000 the next, 13,700 and 13,200 the following days.
I hope you all have a wonderful, active weekend with sane eating! That's what I'm striving for!
Friday, May 31, 2013
My neighbor, Bob, likes to bake and deliver goodies to us. Last weekend he brought over a strawberry jello/cool whip pie. I didn't want it. Oh I would eat it if I started a binge with something else. Or I suppose if I tasted it to be able to tell him it was good, I would start binging on it.
After 6 days, I decided I didn't want it in the house anymore. My hubby had eaten a slice when it was fresh, but it sat there and the juices from the strawberries started seeping and it just didn't look appealing at all. So in the end it wasn't hard to throw it out this morning. Down the disposal it went. I felt good about that. Really good. I hadn't even tasted it. What tastes good is the victory!
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