In the last post, I talked about a worry that one of my medications was causing me to gain weight. I was right to worry. I gained more weight, so when I saw my doctor again, we discussed it. The amount of meds have been reduced, and we’re gonna watch it and see how it goes.
I’m so discouraged. I’m eating (mostly) right, doing my stretches and my workouts, and somehow have gained weight. How? New medication, I think. Honestly, the medication helps me, but I’m not sure if I’m willing to gain weight just to keep my moods stable. My doctor does not listen to me, she decides she knows what’s best. I’m just very frustrated. 😦
Everything has sort of been falling apart, which is why I haven’t posted on either of my blogs. My fiance is not really in good health at the moment, and his grandma died and his mom has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer.
I’ve been having really bad toothaches and many trips to the dentist.
I’ve got a new doctor, and to be honest, I 100% do not like her. But I’m on Medicaid so I have to sort of deal with it; I don’t have a lot of options unfortunately.
I have spent so much time recently either crying because I feel very depressed. Or worrying myself sick because I feel very scared. Or being pissed off because I feel like I have zero control over my own life. I’ve been using up my time doing that and haven’t had time to really even be on the internet, let alone be able to write blog posts.
I’ll get back to this when things have calmed down.
There is a silver lining, though. I’ve been throwing myself into working out. I see a nutritionist the week after next and I’m hoping she will be able to help me with finding healthy foods for me and maybe some recipe resources or something useful.
And I’m going to start physical therapy for my back, because my back pain is a HUGE obstacle for me.
So I am still moving toward my goal, just a little slower than I’d like.
So I’ve actually been home for a few weeks. Why haven’t I posted anything? Well mainly health issues, mostly not my own. Personally, I realized about a month ago (when I was hometown-home) that I’ve been like…really depressed. Nowhere near as badly depressed as I was when I lived with my parents, but like compared to the relative stable happy condition I’ve been in since I moved in with my fiance going on three years ago, I’ve been feeling really down. 😦 Now, since I’ve noticed this, I’ve done the smart thing that anyone who is depressed and still able to do should do. I’ve been trying to fix things.
I had been deliberately picking fights with my fiance. I wasn’t completely sure why, though I suspect like when I was younger, I just wanted to be mad instead of sad. Anyway, I talked to my therapist about it. She gave me a handout, which I read, and actually listened to. That problem was resolved.
I felt cluttered. My space and my mind both. So, I’ve gotten organized. Or, you know, more organized. I took all my files and binders and notebooks (minus a couple) downstairs to the file-desk where they belong. And I had to clean that thing off and out first; I haven’t used it in over a year. I put my books back on my bookshelf and my magazines back in their basket. I untangled the bed clothes and put the pillows where they should be on the bed. I rearranged my little corner of the basement (where the desk and the Sky Glider are) so that everything wasn’t all shoved together awkwardly and its now a usable space for everything I do at the desk and also for exercising. And I’m doing more yoga. My therapist has told me I should meditate, but I can’t clear my mind enough to just sit in a static position and do her version of meditation. However, when I do yoga, that is my meditation. I focus on what pose I’m supposed to be doing and all the millions of bees that are usually buzzing in my head just shut up for a while.
So I’m alright now. My fiance has been having mysterious health problems, but after many doctor visits, hopefully that will be resolved soon. And then I can stop worrying. I was very upset last week about his mother, who is already a breast-cancer survivor and has found a lump on her breast; the same one she’s already had a lumpectomy on when my fiance was a teen. After much panic and crying, and after many people praying (and continuing to do so) today, she had her free exam appointment at Planned Parenthood, and we found out that its probably something benign, but she is enrolled in a program now that will pay for pretty much anything, including a biopsy, if necessary, and if she has to have any surgery or chemo, she will get medicaid automatically for it. So even though her trials aren’t over yet, it seems a little bit lighter knowing that in the worst-case-scenario, she won’t lose everything paying for life saving procedures. 🙂
Now, about this whole Life Change Quest thing: Being totally honest, I haven’t been exercising in any structured way since before I visited home. Home was a circus and I couldn’t have exercised even if I had felt like it. I found myself sneaking candy and carb-filled snacks after I got back home from hometown-home. I stopped it when I realized I was doing it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was doing it for probably two weeks. I was really disappointed in myself. 😦
My weight has been hovering pretty completely around 280. Sometimes its 279 and other times its 281, and I’m still only using the scale at my doctor’s office. That feels more stupid the longer it goes on, to be honest.
I’m making a proper plan. On paper, since I seem to pay attention to things better that way. I want to make a few lists, involving food and workouts and things I’d like to read (other people’s blogs and books) I learn a lot both from reading and watching and doing.
So I’m taking the rest of the week to get my shit together, and then I’ll make another post to let you know how its going. 🙂
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting. I’ve been losing my head over my annual trip to visit my family. The planning is bad enough and trying to keep everyone happy is incredibly difficult (as arrogant as it sounds, they see me once a year and there’s not enough of me to go around, they all want me with them all the time, which is impossible).
But I’m mostly worried about the safety of my diet. I have really changed my whole lifestyle, little baby-steps at a time, and now for almost a month, I may as well be going back in time. The house will be stocked with soda and candy and junk food. I will seriously have to watch it, because it will be SO EASY to deviate from my plan.
As for exercise, I don’t even know, trying to do yoga in a teeny-tiny house filled with three other people and 2-full grown dogs is going to be next to impossible, and going for walks in the Missouri Summer heat and humidity will cause heat stroke, mainly because my body’s not used to it anymore. I’ll have to walk at night, and take my Grandpa’s old whoop-stick, in case I run into mean dogs or creepers (not the exploding kind). And obviously, I’ll still do my “couch” workouts with my Gatorade-bottle-weights, and if anyone has a problem with it, I’ll kick them out of the living room. I need the couch for the workout, sorry. o_o
For motivation, I’m bringing my skirt. This skirt is knee-length, black with little flowers. Its very gauzy and pretty, and I found it at a thrift store early last year and fell in love with it, discovered it didn’t fit me but I bought it anyway, and I’ve only recently been able to zip it up and wear it. I do not want to lose that.
Also, my last trip to the doctor told me I’ve lost 4 MORE pounds, which I’m pretty proud of, since its probably more because I have period water-weight (fun fact, my therapist literally walked into a wall because she was looking at me telling me she could tell I’d been losing weight and that I’m looking really pretty, like I felt really terrible but it was kind of cool in a way). I don’t want to gain that back either.
Wish me luck! I’ll try to make some little posts throughout the vacation, but I’ll be back full-time in August! ❤
Okay so, you know I’m doing MyFitnessPal, and using the food journal thingy…and I need to know the nutrition facts of the foods that I eat. If everything I ate came out of a bag or box pre-made, that would be an easy task.
But I don’t do that. We make food. We make our own recipes. I eat pre-made things, but not a whole lot. When my fiance makes soup, I have absolutely no clue what the nutrition facts are…when my moms make fried chicken, I don’t really want to know, but that’s beside the point.
But…to me it seems like an almost Herculean task to figure them out by myself. Like I don’t even know how to go about it. Thinking about it now is actually upsetting me a little, because it seems like its something I should be doing but at the same time it sounds so daunting that my brain just NOPES it out of my thoughts.
Is there an easy way to do this, or is it as hard as I think it is? D:
According to the CDC, more than 10,000 people receive treatment in the nation’s emergency departments each day for injuries sustained in SRE (sports, recreation, and exercise) activities.
I, dear readers, should have been part of that statistic the day before yesterday, but I wasn’t because unless I break a bone or have a life-threatening illness, I need to be bound, gagged, and dragged into the hospital. I hate them. So I’m sitting here with my leg propped up and pillows behind my back.
Remember how I was all excited about doing the lunges? And remember how I said I couldn’t make it past the 5-minute point of the workout video? Yeah, well, the next time I was doing it, I decided that stopping after I had met my limit wasn’t being careful or safe, oh no, I decided that it was just being lazy. So, I pushed myself past that nice, safe limit. I made it into the 8-minute area, and then I did something to my knee. I think I twisted it. Did I stop? Nope, not me. Not stupid me. So a little bit later, something tweaked on the left side of my back. Pride goes before a fall, I thought. And….then I fell down.
My knee is actually feeling better, it was just a little twist, but my back is a different story. We think that I pulled a bunch of muscles in my back and my left side. It probably hurts more than it should because of my regular back pain. Its too freaking hot for a heating pad, so I’m just dealing with it.
It will probably be better in a few days, but I’ve been banned from doing any workout that involves my torso for a week. I’m not sure what I can do. I’m just walking more for now. I was also forced to promise that I won’t push myself too far again. The popular opinion was that everyone would rather see me take a few more months to get to my goal-weight than see me in an operating room for surgery because I tore something or something.
When I am all better, I will remember this. I will not repeat my mistake. I would also rather get to my goal slower than be in an operating room. (See my aforementioned hatred of hospitals.)