Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Yesterday started off like any other day. I woke up to my alarm clock at 5:20am. I was too tired to get up so i snoozed it for a while. I eventually got up, took a shower and got dressed. I drove myself to work and went about my business.
At about 11am I went down to the first floor to take care of an up coming meeting. As i was leaving the department I thought to myself, "You know I haven't had my BP checked in a while. I should see the nurse." The nurses office was right around the corner so i walked on over.
SIDE NOTE: If you remember i was taking BP pills back in March but i've stopped taking them since the end of May.
The nurse was happy to see me. She got out my log book and proceeded to take my BP reading. It was 164/112. Too high for her liking. She bent down, as i was sitting, and looked me straight in the eye and said, "Either you see your Doctor today or i'm calling 911." "WHAT!?" She wouldn't let me leave to get my purse and phone so she called one of the ladies in my department and asked her to bring me my personal stuff. She then called my boss to tell him what was going on.
I made an appointment with my doctor for 1pm. At 11:30am she took my reading again. This time it read 190/124. She called 911! I was freaking out. I felt fine! I DISLIKE hospitals, ERs and ambulances!
So the EMTs came...they took my reading...230/138...they kept questioning me and asking the same questions over and over...I felt like I was in Law & Order! I know know what a non crazy person feels like when people don't believe that they are not crazy...that was scary.
Since i didn't have any other symptoms they said i had the choice. I could either go with them or see my Doctor. I opted to not go with them. HAD i had a headache, been dizzy or had blurred vision they would have just thrown me (i'd like to see them lift this 297.6lb woman) onto the gurney.
Now i'm at the doctors office (the nurse drove me) and my BP is still 200/130...he gave me a pill to drop my BP fast. I had to lay there for about an hour or so until it was in a better range and i wasn't woozy. At 3pm i was allowed to go home...well back to the office to get my car and then on home.
SIDE NOTE: Is it bad that I smiled when they weighed me and i weighed LESS than my last visit?
Now i'm on two meds for my BP. I need to take them...obviously my body isn't telling me something wrong...but i have a deadly killer in my system...
NOW for the real KICKER! While i was at the doctors he asked me if they had gone over my blood work from my last visit. I said yes and that i was told nothing else was wring beyond the BP. WRONG!
He said, :Your blood sugar is boiling." "You don't have diabetes...yet." Exact words...i wanted to cry.
My dad died from diabetes....
I have two silent killers in my body...
Thursday, July 28, 2011
This is a story about control, my control
Control of what I say, control of what I do
And this time I'm gonna do it my way
I hope you enjoy this as much as I do
Are we ready? I am? Cause it's all about control
And I've got lots of it
(Control by Janet Jackson)
Control? We can't control much of what goes on around us but we can control ourselves. We can control how we react to situations. We can control our daily actions. We can even control our thoughts...even if sometimes it's a little fun to let them run wild. Basically, we can control ourselves.
This past week has been stressful for me. Last Thursday my car battery died. It wouldn't even hold a charge after a friend tried to jump it. So i had to pay for a new battery and to get it installed. THEN Friday my drivers side window fell inside the door! Yes - just fell in. They said the motor and regulator are dead. All i saw was more money out the window that I just don't have. I had to wait until today (payday) to have enough to pay to get the parts ordered so i can have it fixed. SO, i'm driving with plastic on my window. BUT since it's so hot here in Texas the adhesive has melted. SO today after work, i must pick up shrink wrap - you know the kind that movers use or that are around pallets. I'm hoping that will do the trick. I can't get the window worked on until NEXT Saturday.
So i had a melt down last night...
I cried. I asked why me? I hate going through things like this alone. I had a pity party for about an hour. Then...
Then i said to myself, "You cannot control what happened to the car. You cannot control that you need to wait until next Saturday until you can get that window fixed. BUT...
I can control the type of temporary fix for the window. I can control how i'm reacting to the situation. I can control my actions.
So i set the glass of peach daiquiri aside, put on my heart rate monitor and went for a 5 mile walk. Then took a cold shower - it's still 100+ degrees outside! It all felt good.
There's something relaxing and soothing about working up a sweat. You release stress, you let go of the anger, you work it all out while you are working out. That's good medicine for ya!
we all have the capability of it.
Some prefer to relinquish control. I decided to grab it by it's horns and kick its bootay!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Did I REALLY need to seek out my BMI to know that I am morbidly obese? NOPE! One look at this curvaceous body of mine tells me that i've enjoyed dining without limitations for far too long. One look will tell I could probably tell you just about any television sitcom by just the first 3 seconds of intro music. One look and i can tell that i've rallied one too many games versus being out on the field. One real good hard look will tell me that i'm DONE with this body of mine and it's time to trade it in. So no...I did not HAVE to look and calculate my BMI...but how can you kick somethings ass without starring it in the face first?
So Mr. BMI take this as your formal invitation, and a stern warning, that your ass will be kicked by yours truly!
Morbidly Obese is 35 or greater...what's greater?
I'm at 51.4 right now. I started out at 56.5 so i'm on a good track (Hey Mr. BMI, I think i just sucker punched your sorry ass!).
So for me to get to JUST obese i need a BMI of 34. Soon Mr. BMI...watch your back! I know Tae Bo - I can triple time kick you!
I watched Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition with a dear friend of mine last night. He's that nice guy that doesn't always get the girl - but so deserves the best there is to offer - but he just doesn't realize his own potential. Anyways, we were watching it and discussing what the woman on the show was doing. What causes individuals to wait until they rae at an extreme before they decide to make a change. This slightly turned into a conversation about me.
What caused me to go up to 318.8lbs before i said, "Ummm...maybe i should do something about this weight/" Is it hereditary? Is it learned? Do we just make it our choice?
I'm a firm believer that you are NOT a product of your environment. You may grow up in a crappy neighborhood with crappy parents (as I did), but you can CHOOSE to make yourself better.
I remember being about 7yrs old at McDonalds with my mom. She ordered us 2 Big Macs, an order of large fries and a large coke for each of us. I consumed it all. That was my life style. Greasy and fast were what all meals consisted of. As a kid you didn't have a choice. As an adult you make your own choices.
My weight gain may have started because it's what my parents fed me, but it's where it's at now because I CHOSE to continue a lifestyle that was killing me. Doing nothing about it equals choosing to eat foods in a way that will kill you. REPEAT: Doing nothing = choosing death!
I'm too young and beautiful to die. I chose life. I chose to live a life that excites me and causes me to push myself further.
So Mr. BMI...You are just a general casualty along the way. One by one i will take your troops down. You've enjoyed your free ride for far too long.
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