I *Will* Get Better at This Blogging Thing
Thursday, June 12, 2008
So, here I sit, weighing less than I have since I was in my early 20s. A peculiar feeling. Then again, so's being able to take a 3 mile stroll and not be all day about it. My bad knee is little cranky about today's walk but, in the long run, it'll be worth it.
The incentive to do Something about my weight came, in early December--
Well, maybe a little background first. From 1981 through 1992, I was a Seattle-area taxi cab driver. A good breakfast was a chili dog with cheese and a tall coffee heavily doctored with flavored creamers. Of course, lunch some times didn't happen, and dinner was, more often than not, whatever the special at the tavern was. My average weight was 175. It was a toned 175, but it was still 175.
In late 81, I jammed my right leg up into my right hip socket in a work-related traffic accident that, unbeknownst to me, would come back and haunt me. At the time, however, I walked it off --though the neck sprain was another thing entirely.
In 1992, an accident at work retired me, bang, just like that. All the tone went away in the 6-8 weeks my right arm was in a cast. I got bummed; I ate.
1994: Weight nudging up towards 180. Diagnosed with high blood pressure. Diabetes & high cholesterol run in the family.
1995. Enter: menopause.
2002. I quit smoking, after 35 years (yes, I started when I was 9). Weight slid on up to wobble between 182 and 188.
December 2007. Remember that jammed hip? I came back to haunt me as I was reaching a bit further than usual to get my cell phone, and my right hip just let go. Down I went, shin first on the sharp edge of a wooden stool, all one-hundred-and-eighty-however
-many pounds of me. Results...?
Down-side: 1 dislocated knee; 1 hairline fracture of the shin bone.
Up-side: NO osteoporosis. Xray tech and doc both kept asking, "You're HOW old?"
Now, I already have a bad knee. So, to delay surgery, I decided to lose weight. I quit smoking. Looked at the price of smokes, looked at the price of my blood pressure pills, and just quit. So, in late December 2007, I decided if I could quit smoking, all on my lonesome, I could lose weight. Had dropped about 10 pound when I found Sparkpeople.
There is no magic pill, no quick fix. It *IS* all about eating less, eating smarter, and being more active. I started by walking to the corner. When I go grocery shopping, I use my granny cart; best $10 I've spent in a while. The store is a little over a mile away.
I feel good and no longer flinch when I see a picture of myself.
And that's just not a bad thing. :)