Tuesday, June 25, 2013
So, I stepped on the scale this morning. Then I picked myself up off the floor and went to Zumba! My highest weight ever. Even higher than my heaviest pregnancy. 207.6. Not where I envisioned my life. Of course, I never expected an illness to turn my life upside down. Graves disease is no fun and of course I cannot have the normal symptom of losing weight easily. Oh no, I have to gain it just by looking at a cheeseburger! Treatment was scary. I was told the treatment would kill my thyroid and that my metabolism would tank. I would have to watch what I eat and get plenty of exercise. The alternative was to risk a heart attack because my primary symptom was a racing heart that liked to skip a beat. So, I swallowed the little pill full of radioactive iodine and prayed. I had few side effects. Some foods tasted funny for a couple of months but that was pretty much it. Three months later and my thyroid levels are back to normal. I follow up at the end of August.
So, now I have no excuses. My levels are normal. My heart rate has returned to normal. I am almost weaned off the blood pressure medication and both doctors have ordered me to start exercising. My journey back to my healthy status has begun and now it is time to get moving. I have done some exercising in the last month but it is not as consistent as it needs to be. I have decided to make my journey public. My friends will likely grow tired of reading about what I am eating and what kind of exercise I am doing but a few friends have recently lost weight and one thing they had in common is this: They all posted meals and workouts on Facebook. They posted weight loss numbers and gains. They talking about their plan everyday. And they were successful. They look amazing and they made it look easy. I know it was NOT easy. Seriously, who WANTS to say no to that icy cold Cosmo or that delicious chocolate cake? And some days you just want to lay in bed instead of going for that run. But that is part of what got me into this mess. So, it will not be easy. Many people around me are likely to cry. I will likely cry. But I don't want to feel old and decrepit and the ripe old age of 38.
Besides, I only have one year, one month, and twenty five days to run a marathon!