Saturday, January 18, 2014
My nephew took over another minute off his 5K PR for a 36 minute and 50-somthing (53 maybe?) finish this morning in the Komen Race for the Cure. He's come a long way from his first 5K in January of 2012 at 49 minutes. He is controlling his blood sugar with diet and exercise alone. He's not lost a lot more weight since the first 30 that fell off of him in the hospital when his blood sugar was 650, but between the running and the CrossFit he is definitely fitter. My niece finished the 10K, too, although she wasn't happy with her time.
Me? I didn't race this morning, but I did run 8 miles with my Galloway group starting at 6am. Overall it felt good; a little chilly at the start -- around 48 degrees and windy. My foot complained a bit, but tolerable. The physician assistant yesterday would have taken a biopsy, but decided on less drastic measures for now so that I could keep running. She said it would require at least one stitch. She diagnosed the problem as psoriasis, although I've had other diagnoses in the past. I'm to go to the compounding pharmacy on Monday for medication to take the thick scale off my feet so that external medicine like creams or ointments can penetrate. Hope it works. There is a possibility of some sort of laser treatment, but recovery might take some time. I've got the Princess Half Marathon on February 23rd and Senior Games 5K on March 8th. Would hate to miss anything. Running is just too much fun!!
Friday, January 17, 2014
I'm interrupting my series looking back at old blogs in order to share a current challenge that I face.
I've been fighting scaly rash (I've had several diagnoses including eczema) on my hands for several years. It is much better. In November, shortly after I ran the Lakeland Half Marathon, my daughter gave me a massage and told me she thought I was getting the same crud on my feet. It's gotten worse, thick and hard, splitting open. Recently I've have blood on my socks after a good run and some discomfort. So today I went back to the dermatologist. The treatment I'm afraid will be an ordeal.
You know how this week I declared for the first time that I truly believe I will not gain back the 80 pounds? Well, I now face a major test. I'm being put on steroids. I spent many years, actually decades, weighing between 160 and 190, but in 1998 when I was on steroids I gained up to 212. The doctor admitted I will be hungrier, but said I should not "gain 10 or 15 pounds."
How do I deal with feeling hungrier? Here are my strategies:
1. First, I'm going back to tracking. I had been trying WW's Simple Start and having some success with maintaining without tracking. Now is not the time to carry out that experiment.
2. Drink even more water. Carry around a water bottle all day.
3. Eat small meals/snacks each with some protein throughout the day. Three meals and three snacks every day are acceptable.
4. Keep up with the running and exercising. 600 exercise minutes per week, including 3 runs, is good.
Another wrinkle in all this is that I was called for federal jury duty in Tampa. I am not a good driver and I hate big city driving. (I called a shuttle and found out they would charge $180 one way to transport me. Not happening.) It will inconvenience my husband since we only have one car and it will cause major problems for my daughter. Right now the only child care acceptable to her is me or her taking time off. Hope she doesn't lose her job over this. It will undoubtedly be stressful just getting there and I can't imagine it being a pleasant experience in any way. I can definitely say I have a history of eating when stressed. But I can also say in the last 5 years I have gotten better and better about handling stress in ways other than overeating.
This is certainly a test. It is not a crisis. It is a test for me face and prove I can do it.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Indulge me. I liked this blog, so I'm going to repeat it, although there isn't much profound about it. Nonetheless, I remember the event well. From 12/19/09:
"That's a beautiful blouse," I overheard an attractive woman say to a younger one who must have been her daughter.
She picked the blouse up and held it in front of her. "There's no way!" she said with disgust, almost flinging the blouse back on the rack .
I sized her up from the back as she stormed away. Maybe. The blouse went with me to the dressing room. I held my breath. It fit. Could I be smaller than that lovely lady?
After I purchased the blouse, I started to wonder. Did I buy the blouse because I really liked it or did I buy it because she liked it and couldn't?? I smiled. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.
Today: I still fit nicely in a small petite and I still have that blouse. It is flattering. I think of this story every time I wear it.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
When I looked at today's meal plan I broke out in laughter. Listed is one chocolate chip cookie at lunch time. Why would that be funny? The picture of me eating just one cookie on first thought just seemed unthinkable -- yes, downright funny. I mean, when I was a child my mom would bring out the cookies at the end of the meal and the four of us - mom, dad, me, and sister Deb - would finish off the three rows packaged in crunchy plastic. Like a pack of lions after a kill we'd all stay right at it to make sure we got our share. I thought 10-12 was the normal serving. And on those joyous times when my mom baked chocolate chip cookies, I ate chips out of the bag, dough out of the bowl, and enough broken ones that by the time they came to the table I might only eat 6 more.
Relearning portion sizes will be key for my permanent weight loss. I'm still a little ambivalent on whether it is better now for me to just leave out those sweet, fat tempting treats or try to learn to eat just one.
I was right. Relearning portion sizes has been key to keeping the 80 pounds off. Now most of the time I can eat one cookie if I want to. Often I'd rather have more volume of food - more fruits, veggies, whole grain, nonfat dairy - than to spend my calories on things that are so dense. I just like to eat a lot more than I like treats!
Occasionally, I must be careful. When I am tired, hungry, and stressed I must be careful. If I must bake cookies at such a time I would want someone to keep me company and help me pack them up for where they are going!
And occasionally I do really want a treat. I know I can have it and that is a great feeling!!
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
I'm reviewing my old blogs to see how far I've come, to look for issues still unresolved, and to see if there are some lessons I need to relearn.
On November 17, 2009, I had an experience I had never had before in my entire life. The scale was up, just by a few tenths of a pound, and I was okay with that. I was not trying to lose weight -- or feeling totally defeated -- for the first time in decades.
I wrote, "Losing weight is exciting, but all good things must come to an end." And, "the biggest thing for me to work on is making maintaining my weight second nature to me. That includes accepting that some days the scale will go up a bit."
Can't say that maintaining my weight is second nature, but I have taken steps forward. Probably the biggest change between today and 11/17/09 is that I BELIEVE I can maintain. I know what to do. (I may debate the optimum food plan, but I know several plans that will maintain my weight.) I know I can do it. As I have often written, it isn't always easy, but it is worth it. And I no longer freak out and assume I'm gaining it all back if the scale is up a bit!
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