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Tuesday, January 01, 2013

So, Sunday evening, I was having a conversation with a new friend. We talked about weight and girl stuff (two straight girls and three gay guys at one table, the girls gravitate toward girl stuff). I mentioned that I've been trying to lose weight, but even with portions doing better and my intake being less, I'm not losing. So, I decided my splurge this school term would be a Fitbit. I picked up the last one at my local REI (I had member dividends to "cash in" before they expired) and started tracking right away. I noticed a somewhat surprising number of "wake ups" last night (although one wasn't my fault, someone set off the fire alarm at 2am). 19 times. Ick. Most were small, but still... now I can have proof of my insomnia.

Today, I felt inspired, despite a recent injury (bounced down some stairs... nice big smile-bruise on my butt, and LOTS of pain), to climb some stairs. I had climbed a total of one flight during the whole fire alarm thing in the middle of the night. The fitbit dashboard gives you a "monument" that you've climbed with each flight. I decided, once I recovered from the lack of sleep, to do some stairs. I got four more flights, then rested, and did five more. I hit the preset goal of 10 flights today!

My main goal is to lose weight, but also to get heart-healthy again. My father is a heart patient. His story alone is inspiring. He was told he would go back under the knife, like pretty much all surgery patients, within 10 years. 25 years later, he's never had another bypass surgery. He eats healthy, does as much exercise as he can, and keeps track of his cholesterol and BP on his own. My mom is in late stage Alzheimer's, and, at 86, my dad is the primary caretaker. I've offered to help, but he refuses to let me give up my life 600 miles away from them just to help him do all the "ugly stuff."

I want to hit 90 and be the crazy old lady with 10 cats sitting on my rocking chair shooting nerf darts at any kid who dares trample on my flower beds (provided I get better at keeping plants alive by then). The weight I am now won't help me get to 90. The more I weigh, the more at risk I am of heart problems. I'm now 40. I will fight my weight. I will get this under control.

My diet is okay. I mostly eat veggies and chicken/fish/pork. Occasionally some beef. I rarely drink soda. So, now it's mostly tackling exercise. I can do this. I may never get down to 110 lbs, but I can get to a reasonable weight. Now I start the real journey. My attempts in the past have been half-a**ed. Now I'm "all-in."
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