Sunday, August 14, 2011
So, I've been away. Mostly mentally. I did travel to Newport, OR to a truly wonderful quilt show. My traveling companions were my mom and her sister. We had a truly great time. Mom and I got up every morning and walked down a short but steep hill to Nye Beach and took a 40 to 50 minute walk. What a great way to start one's day. We then came back and collected my aunt who had finished doing her yoga routine (another great way to start one's day) and went out to see the sights, the shops, and to eat. There are some really wonderful places to fuel your body. La Maison was delightful from soup to dessert. I experienced bread pudding with a rum sauce - yum. We had clam chowder served both white but each different and each very tasty. When I got home the thought of stepping on the scale was a bit scary, but it was a necessity that had to be faced. I left home weighing 266.6 pounds and I came back weighing 266.6 pounds.
A year ago that would not have happened. I would not have gone on the walks in the morning nor would I have had the strength to do all the walking while sight seeing. Traveling is so much nicer when you feel like getting up and seeing something new.
It has been a struggle here lately with pain and tiredness. I don't know whether it is the fibro or the kidneys which are causing such draining of energy - probably doesn't matter. I am doubly thankful for having started with SP and having been moving before this last round of weakness started. I am still walking most mornings but I find myself sleeping - deep heavy sleep - most afternoons.
I am also eating like a pig. An unhealthy pig. I had been so good about watching my sugar intake - now I am just taking in sugar. Aarrgh! Just sat down in front of the computer and ate a piece of strawberry cake with strawberry icing and vanilla ice cream. It was very good while being terribly bad. If it were just once in awhile I wouldn't worry but since I've been back from my trip I continue make poor nutrition choices and I am not actually moving around as much as I did on vacation. Getting back in the groove is difficult, but, thank goodness, not impossible.
My most recent health lesson was a simple one. I can lie to myself about what I am eating and what the consequences will be, but the food never lies to my body.
I have been lucky in not gaining any weight back and I want to capitalize on that with happy even joyful thoughts and actions. So, if you here some one whistling the Rubber Tree song - its just me getting back into the groove and working my way down in fat and up in spirit.