Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Things have changed a bit since last I spoke to whoever might be reading this. Just a few days after my last blog post, as I was leaving a pet store trying to get some Kitty Cosequin for Miss Peaches, the sidewalk disappeared out from under me and the parking lot came up and kicked me in the left knee. Hard.
Actually, I wasn't paying attention and ran out of sidewalk and landed on the parking lot, on my left knee. HARD! I went to the ER that night and they x-rayed it but otherwise didn't examine it. The good news is that I didn't actually break the knee, just sprained it some. Check back with my regular doctors in a few days, do I want crutches or can I manage with the cane I had brought with me, good night, good luck. Ahhh-kay then! So, I called the clinic, got a follow up. This kid examined it, (wow, that's some impressive bruising, almost clear down to the ankle!), did a flexibility test ("pull the leg back as far as you can. Now extend it. Yeah, it's swollen") and then proceeded to tell me that they'd refer me to my preferred physical therapists, no, we don't need to test further, though we might want to do an MRI in three months...(THREE MONTHS? What's your hurry, Dr. Pumpkin? Yeah, I got all freakin year.) And I waited. And waited. And waited. For almost another month, because these guys can't always get it together, but then pull their own fat outta the fire just as I start getting really annoyed. Then I called. Then I got ticked and called Patient Relations, after I was told that, no, there was no referral anywhere for me, did they give me a written one, blah, blah, blah. Then they FOUND the allegedly non-existant referral, but it was to THEIR PT department, not the one down the road from me where I don't have to drive 30 minutes, pay for parking, etc. NOOOOOO! I swear, that place is an administrative NIGHTMARE, full of people who don't know their collarbone from their coxyx. So, lucky for me, the intern that wrote the faulty referral was there, as was the really good nurse who doesn't mind kicking butt on behalf of her patients. She sat him down, explained where he messed up and made him write a new referral. A few days later, I get TWO letters of referral from them. One to the place I wanted to go for PT to begin with and the other for, check this silliness out: a colonoscopy! Wait, who had whose head up whose butt? Not me, that's for sure, there, Skippy! I ignored that one.
Finally, FINALLY, at the beginning of May, I started seeing the physical therapist. A little pokin, a little proddin, a little ice, a little heat...and she came up with a regimen for me. Stuff on machines that are almost the same as at my gym. And she added a new machine once in a while, for me to add in when I go back. Mostly lower body stuff, since that's where my injury was. But then, she suggested the ARC trainer. It's sorta like an elliptical, but not. Usually, I steer clear of the ARC and the elliptical because they tend to get away from me and then my heart rate goes too high while I'm moving too fast for my own good. Well, they WERE getting away from me. When she had me get on the elliptical today, during our last session, I went 6 minutes at a nice, easy pace, without it trying to take off out from under me.
Now, here's the really great news. In that two months where I couldn't do as much exercise as I wanted to or even thought I could or should, I managed to lose 12.8 pounds! And I did the math, calculating from when this profile picture of me was taken, 3 years ago, I've lost 30 pounds!
Friday, March 04, 2011
The last few months have been stressful for me. I lost one of my beloved cats in June and I'm still not totally over it. Come to think of it, neither is his sister, Peaches, whom we lovingly refer to as a bowling ball with feet. Then there was drama within my religious community. Witches are just such drama queens, sometimes. Then, to cap off the whole year, my father, who had surgery the day after his 69th birthday in November, passed away unexpectedly (sorta, kinda) on New Year's Eve, one month after the surgery and one DAY after his and my mom's 49th wedding anniversary. This was in the middle of one of the worst winters southern New England has had in, like, FOREVER. At least the snow stopped long enough to bury him. Needless to say, I've been stalled and stuck and just not pleased with my, once again, dropping the dang ball on my program. Add into it what I consider subtle sabotage, both mine and others, that kept me and DH from the gym for 2 months and I could kick myself for bad timing, bad planning and plain old fashioned laziness.
But, after much discussion and some contention, we finally own a scale of our own, so we don't have to wait for the doctor visits. Hubby and I made a deal: we only weigh (officially) once a week. But I snuck on tonight, after I unpacked it, and discovered that I'm down to 259. It's something. Now, if I could just get better at tracking. I have the cooking almost down. If TPTB at SparkPeople are reading this, the tracker for the iPhone needs recumbent bikes, Arc Trainers and the Planet Fitness 30 minute circuit added to it so I can track that easier.
I have only myself to blame for being on this site for 2 years and not having lost the weight/worked the program. Though I kinda wish there were more people in my town I could get together with to do this. You know, some back up, some "drag my butt out the door to exercise" type stuff. I'm gonna check the New Haven group...
Saturday, April 17, 2010
OK, so it's the next day. Thanks to the folks who replied. I didn't get to read them until a little while ago, but I appreciate them.
I managed not to smoke, I managed not to eat too much junk. A couple of handfuls of potato chips. Still have a patch on to control the nicotine cravings. I will cop to about 6 oz. of Pepsi Throwback (limited time, real sugar, not HFCS) last night.
I didn't manage to get as much exercise in today, but I squeezed in a few things here and there. An extra stretch, some lifting while bringing up some good-for-you groceries.
I'm not as cranky as I was last night.
One day at a time, one day at a time...
Friday, April 16, 2010
I'm having a bit of a day. Actually, my day itself wasn't bad. For some reason, tonight is not going well for me. My energy has totally drained, I'm surly (well, surlier than usual, according to some), nothing wants to work right for me. It didn't help that my Circle was cancelled due to illness. (feel better, Sister Sage. That's an order!)
But I did good today. Walked about a mile, then did 25 wall pushups. For someone as fundamentally lazy as I can be, that was really something.
But now, some part of me wants to go have a cigarette or three, then indulge in chocolate and soda. Don't worry, I dont have the energy to go scrounge up the 8 bucks a pack costs, then go get the pack. I don't know where my mother-in-law hid her stash of chocolate and I'm not sure there's any soda in the house. So, after fighting to fold some shirts that didn't want to fold right (and subsequently giving up. I'll hang them tomorrow), I fumbled with a Nicoderm patch and sat down here.
I started reading The Spark again, this time, taking my time. I want to make a Vision Collage, to try and get my goals or some inspiration going. Problem is I don't know where to start.
I'm having a bit of a day. But maybe tomorrow will be better.
Saturday, January 02, 2010
I've been in bed for 5 days with a head cold that simply wouldn't respond to anything other than sleep. Today, Jan. 2, 2010, is the first day I feel almost human again. Almost, but not quite, but that's another story. However, I now have something really good to look forward to, as soon as I get done the junk I've been trying to do for hours. See, as soon as I get my few chores for today done, I'm going to curl up in a freshly made bed, in fresh jammies, having finally showered, and read The Spark! Yes, my book came today! YIPPEE!!! I am so excited. Now, let me go do what I gotta.
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