Sunday, November 16, 2014
Well, I just finished my first full week of Onion Camp. I learned quite a few lessons this week, including how much sugar and carb withdrawal can effect the mood (I'm bipolar). It was NOT pretty to say the least.
But I also learned after the fact, that I wasn't getting enough protein which was feeding my mood swings and irritability. So, yesterday, I added in protein drinks (100 calorie EAS protein drink in chocolate...tastes pretty good, too). Today I feel more "stable".
I also started adding back in cardio yesterday by using what the trainer lovingly calls "The Beast": The elliptical trainer. Yesterday I got 15 minutes on it, today only 7 1/2. I did supplement it with the bike as it was my legs, not my heart, that gave out. Need to build endurance on that thing. Any suggestions?
With that, fully clothed and fed last Monday night (boots and a heavy sweater) after a full meal, I weighed in at 217. Fully clothed with sweats and tennis shoes on and after breakfast, I weighed in at 209 (I weighed in at 204 this morning buck naked before eating or drinking anything). I also lost 5" overall (inch off chest, waist, belly, and hips, and 1/2 inch off arms and thighs). I think that says quite a bit...I did it! I really did it!
Now that the hardest week, IMO, is over, I'm ready to conquer this next week. Tomorrow I add in weights to my workout and will continue to build up my endurance on The Beast.
Thursday, November 06, 2014
Today, I made an important step in attempting to shed the pounds I've been so frustrated with over the past 6 years. I joined a group called "The Onion Factory" in Anderson, Indiana. My "friend" suggested it after I had confided in him that I wanted to lose weight. He was relentless in his pushing me to contact this group after his mom, sister, and ex-girlfriend had all seen positive and amazing results from being there. So, Saturday begins that journey.
But how did I get here...in 1995, I had the figure of a healthy 27 year old doing work at children's homes as a missions trip. I was a size 8, happy, healthy and ready to take on life:
Even as recently as last fall/winter when I hit the 50 lb mark and a healthy size 14 hanging on the verge of a size 12. I again, was healthy, happy, and ready to take on life.
And as of October 2008, I was a size 10 who was in love and content in her choices. But that is when the weight started to come on. My thyroid went kaput and the weight came on viciously...starting with a 30 lb increase in a matter of a month.
But here I am (on front right) post cancer operation and the weight at 208. It needs to come off. And it needs to come off now.
I'm praying for encouragement, determination, discipline, and will-power during this time. I'm really doing it this time. No more excuses. No more blaming it on the thyroid...I lost 50 lbs with that thing. No more blaming the drugs the doctor has me on...I can beat those, too.
But most of all...I need your love and support!
Sunday, November 02, 2014
I was reading an article about how we need to get mentally prepared for weight loss. This got me to thinking about where I am mentally when it comes to not only getting myself healthy, but in life in general.
I've been struggling with mood lately and the mood of late is lethargic, uncaring, and unwanting. I do not want to participate in anything right now, and that is not the mind-set that I want or need right now.
So, how do you get your head back into the game? Good question, and I don't know. I honestly don't. The article suggests sitting down and making a list of the negative aspects of staying your present weight. This could include increased health risks, low energy, and not looking your best. In any way you look at it, the list of negative could make one cry...and it does me.
I have no intention of living at this weight for the rest of my life. I am only 46 and have been in the hospital this week for chest pains. They did an EKG, a chest x-ray, and other tests to find nothing wrong with my heart. So, that leaves one thing left...my mental state.
I think half of my mental states DOES have to do with my weight. I so want to be healthy and thin again. I was there once in the not so distant past. I lost my self-confidence when I gained this weight and I want to gain it back. But I hate going to the gym looking the way I do. Imagine that...going to the one place I need to be and hating myself while there. Something has to change...and it is my mental mindset.
Monday, October 20, 2014
I've been sparking for about 6 years now. One of the things that I've been proud of is losing 50 lbs in one year. However, the scale has started to creep upward, and I've gained back almost 20 lbs of that 50 back. I'm stuck in a rut and I don't know how to get out of it.
Sure, fitness has fallen by the wayside as a myriad of issues had crept up: cancer, endometrial ablation, and other stuff...like today's knee injury. But it doesn't answer the rest of the days I've been healthy. I live in walking distance of the gym. I don't know why I don't just get my butt over there on a regular basis like I used to. Or get out the XBox Zumba game again. I need to regroup and get myself back on track.
And today...I'm taking the pledge...a 28 day one...to get myself back on target.
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Saturday morning, I met my coworkers for what was supposed to be a 3 1/2 hour 7 mile hike through the beautiful hills of southern Indiana. What we didn't expect was what our fitbits claimed to be 106 floors climbed in one day. Today, 3 days later, my calves are still screaming at me.
But that wasn't just it. I felt fine as I met my coworkers. I wasn't even 1/2 way up the first hill and I started suffering what I thought was an asthma attack. I didn't even have my inhaler. In honesty...I don't even have asthma, so that kind of freaked me out a bit (I have an inhaler for when I get chest colds/bronchitis). I had shortness of breath, constriction of the chest and got really dizzy. When we reached the summit and began to walk along the ridge, I felt better, but still was wheezing and coughing.
When I returned home after what turned into a long afternoon of more climbing and hiking, I took a steamy bath and used my inhaler. I was frustrated the next morning when I still was coughing and having a hard time breathing. In fact, I started losing my voice.
To top it off, I went to the Colts game on Sunday afternoon, where the roof was open on a 50 degree day. It was cold in there! They finally closed the roof at half time. Something they've never done before. But it was too late. The coughing became worse, as did the chest pain.
When it didn't seem to subside by Monday morning, I went to the doctor. What I had thought had been a prolonged asthma attack turned out to be a full-blown bout of bronchitis. The only way I felt bad before the hike was a nasty headache on Friday afternoon, but nothing else. I'm still skeptical.
But another inhaler later, some mucinex, and antibiotics, I'm still at home trying to recuperate. My legs still hurt, but not as bad, and my chest is starting to not feel like a 100 lb weight is on it. Hopefully this chicken noodle soup my mom dropped by will help out...as well as the hot tea with honey.
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