I’m not getting a pic taken quite every day, but more often than not I do. My hair is getting long enough on top that it will happily curl if I don’t tame it with the blow dryer. And I have officially lost 10lbs.
That might not seem like much, I mean I have been at this since January 2nd, but it feels like a whole lot and it feels healthy. I have had days were I gained back a little but then I lost it again, with an overall downward trend. I’ve never lost more than 2lbs in a single day. All of this combined with not feeling deprived makes me one very happy camper.
And Lancelot really is in this with me. Yesterday he helped me prep fruit salad bowls for both of us and he has happily agreed to eat whatever I cook for him. And he helped me figure out a menu for the week that’s going to be easy and healthy. That makes life a hell of a lot easier.
I’m still fighting with the skin issue, and that makes getting enough activity a big problem. Fortunately that is finally subsiding so I was able to get a short walk in yesterday, just 15 minutes, but it felt good. I’m going to try to do that again today. I’ve also decided that water would probably be good for me. Shocking, right? But I don’t like water, not at all. I do, however, like water that has had fresh lemon in it. So…
Meet Llulu the Llemony Llama. I had purchased this bottle quite some time ago and decided that it just wasn’t my thing. But I had paid way too much to just ditch it. Now that I work at home and can refill this as often as necessary I’m thinking it will work perfectly for my water. And I’m even going to try to remember to track how much I drink with this thing. That’s a 1L bottle (little more than 16oz) so I would need to drink four of those to hit my “daily water recommendation.” The volume is no problem, it’s the taste. We shall see.
In other exciting news we are in the middle of yet another nasty winter storm. We’re in for 10″ of snow and nasty winds. Travel is not advised. Snow day for pretty much everyone in the area.
So last week was kinda odd. On Thursday I had more blood tests and a visit with the hematologist. That was fine except my blood pressure appears to legit be high. The nurse who checked me in about flipped. Yay, I get to start taking a new med.
Friday was Lancelot’s 50 year fun. The prep for that stuff is just utterly horrible, at least judging by the faces he was making and how miserable he appeared to be. But the procedure itself took almost no time and in spite of the kind of restrictions I’ve gotten used to with the pandemic, I was able to go back to the room where they got him ready and then I got to stay in that room until he was ready to go home. So that was nice. And he was back to normal by the time we were back to the house.
The weekend was fairly quiet, which was wonderful. We had a few friends over to watch a concert in the living room, we had sushi delivered, and then yesterday I tore part of the kitchen apart. Good times. We also finally put up the Celtic tree of life decal we bought.
It’s about 24″ in diameter and the color is actually black. I was trying to take a picture for my mom this morning and the light here today is just awful. Anyway, in spite of it being rather a bitch to get up it turned out great and I think it’s going to be a great foundation for that wall.
I am still knitting, trying to make progress, but progress is hard with Pippy being so damn needy lately. If I’m sitting down she wants to be in my lap. The snuggles are nice but it makes it hard to do anything.
I feel that urge to change things again. It happens now and then, sometimes in response to external stimuli, but not always. I’m kind of feeling that butterfly feeling right now for no particular reason. And that’s just fine.
My back is starting to get better. It’s a process. One of the things we’re trying is a new (hand me down) standing desk at work. It gives me the option of working while seated or while standing. They’re also working on getting me additional monitors, which will be a huge help for productivity.
The one young man I work with did all of the heavy lifting for me. I had to rearrange some of the bits in my office to make everything work, but I think it does.
Last night Dr. K and I went to the gym and hit the track. I think I love those walks as much for the time to have candid chats as much as for the exercise. It really is more tolerable to exercise when you have a partner like that to keep you accountable and to keep you company.
Today is therapy day, which is always something I look forward to. I even remembered to bring a shawl with me so I can knit in the waiting room. I inevitably get there early and end up playing with my phone, so why not do something that’s actually productive and enjoyable?
Speaking of being productive, I’ve been trying to get myself into some routines for getting things done at home. Lancelot has his own routines and I think something like that would help me. Plus it would take some of the pressure off, no more waiting and then trying to cram everything into one evening or, worse, Sunday afternoon.
Do you have routines that help you stay on top of things?
I currently weigh 269lbs. I am 5’6″ tall. Depending on who you ask I am considered Morbidly Obese even though I am constantly told, even by medical professionals, that I don’t look that heavy.
But I am. And I’ve decided that being that heavy is almost certainly the root of my discontent these days.
My body hurts, almost constantly. It just plain doesn’t feel right. And I get tired entirely too easily.
These aren’t part of a larger, more sinister, issue. This is me not having taken proper care of my body for far too long. I will own this issue because it’s mine to own.
So what’s my goal? I will lose 100lbs by June 24, 2020.
Before anyone panics, that would still have me at a healthy weight for my height. I am also doing this at the recommendation of my doctors. I have no intention of doing a crash diet, using laxatives or stimulants, starving myself, exercising to the point of excess, or anything that is otherwise not healthy. I plan to be more diligent about my food and drink choices and increase my activity, namely walking.
I can do this. I will do this. Lancelot and Mom are doing it with me, though I don’t think either of them plan to lose as much. We will support each other.
I’m telling you all about this because I need to be held accountable. And maybe you’re looking for someone to inspire you or make you feel better about your progress. Who knows.
I will share good recipes as I come across them, I promise you that. Sometimes that’s the hardest part.