Monday, March 04, 2013
Holy Cow what a great weekend!
I took a little trip down South this weekend. And met a really neat and wonderful person. It was really good just hanging out all day chatting and learning more about her. It was a ton of diving, but while it was tiring it was also relaxing to be on the road for 8.5 hours all alone with the new car stereo cranked up and blasting some classic rock and country tunes. I donít get to do that very often for long stretches. Surprised I could hear her talk when I got in there. We checked out a nice little museum grabbed a couple dinners and I stayed healthy. Even made sure to hit the exercise room at the hotel.
So I was able to drop a couple pounds over the weekend which surprised me. Made the drive with no problems. And got back in time for dance lessons with my daughter.
I am super excited right now. I only have 10 pounds to go till I make it below the 300 mark. I knew I was getting very big over this past fall when the knee was getting bad and I was avoiding any activities that bothered it. The physical before the surgery was an eye opener. I had gotten up to 346 on the hospital scale. That is bigger than offensive linemen weigh in the pros. For a long while I had skirted the 300 pound mark which to me was always the taboo. I never wanted to get above it and for a long while I sort of did just enough to bounce above it, diet and get back under. It was a ping pong game I knew couldnít last. Eventually I tore the meniscus in the knee and that was it. My eating habits werenít going to allow me to do nothing and not gain weight.
So, the knee went out. I got sedentary and the weight exploded. I knew it was getting bad and went in to denial. I quit stepping on the scale. Then the big jeans started getting tight. I was in therapy for the knee and it wasnít getting better. I felt something pop in the knee which is when they decided to do the MRI which revealed the tear. I tried more therapy which wasnít helping then finally got the surgery scheduled. It was the day after Christmas. It was a great Christmas gift to myself. The worst part was the physical before surgery when I stepped on the scale and saw what was happening. 346 stood in my mind. It was the second thing I thought of when I woke up. The first was asking my daughter if it went okay. Then the nurse said I was allowed to walk on it. And I did with virtually no pain. Which hadnít happened since about October.
Then I started therapy again. This time with noticeable results and with not much pain. I also decided to start controlling what I was eating. So therapy 2 days a week and watching food intake I stepped on the scale a week later and it had moved down. It was amazing. I was losing weight without really trying too hard. A few simple changes had me going in the right direction.
Then the therapy was getting close to being done. I asked the Doc about getting back to the gym. He said sure. Just no squats, no inclined treadmill, no stair machine. So I went back. And have been back ever since. I canít believe I got to 1000 minutes of exercise in February. I started out nice and easy on the bike at level 4. This week I will be bumping it up to level 9. I started at 30 minutes a session, I am now at 60 minutes including cooldown. I am finally to the point where even on rest days, I miss the gym and wish I could be there.
On my trip I made sure to do something in the fitness room both days. Friday I didnít because it was a scheduled rest day.
I am still bigger than offensive lineman big. I still have a long way to go. I am working hard at it though. I rarely feel hungry. I think I have made a lot of good changes I still need to remind myself about because it hasnít truly become a habit yet. But it is getting easier. The big one I need to change is drinking less soda and more water. I think diet wise I am doing good. I do need to get some more carbs in it looks like. Which shouldnít be too hard.
I can do this!