I've still got a bit of cough and bronchial good, but much less. I'm still not at peak energy level, but better. I suspect the thyroid is a wee out of whack, so I'll get that tested this week.
Tanita-san today: 176.2
That's up some from last check-in. No movement almost in 3 weeks, other than bed to couch to desk to couch to bed to desk to desk to couch...you get the idea.
I have (I think, must check) a trainer appt tomorrow. I had intended to cancel due to still feeling a bit out of it, but I didn't cancel within the 24 hour window. So, we shall see what tomorrow brings. Being sick put me back in vampire time mode, so I've been going to bed at 6 am and getting up at 3pm. Which sucks. Sucks a lot, after working so hard to become an earlier bird.
To be at the Pilates studio at 11 am, when I get sleepy at 6 to 7 pm is gonna be quite a feat, and we'll see. We'll see.
Okay, so good news: still in 170s. Bad news: not fully recovered from bronchitis and higher weight than last weigh-in. Good news: I'm still here and accountable. Bad News: I am not feeling mood-high. I'm a wee bit depressed, and considering this should be a happy, festive time of year, that is bad.
And that's the update for this Sunday. :D
Be well, ladies and gents. God bless...
Monday, December 10, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Update from the Sickroom
I've been putridly sick for nearly two weeks. I hadn't been this ill since the swine flu of 2009. Bad bronchitis.
Anyway, despite barely moving and little sleeping --mostly coughing and spitting up--I did weigh myself this am and I'm 174.8 . Almost 4 pounds down.
I've been having a lot of soup and fluids as expected. Unlike some folks who rely on chicken soup, I tend to feel better in terms of decongesting with onion soup and Thai spicy chicken soup (tom yum gai). Hubby goes to a local French diner, asks for the onion soup separated for take out (ie, broth in one, cheese in other, skip the french bread), and I heat it up at home with 1/5th the cheese they use. They use a seriously lot of cheese. He got me 6 and I have one a day. On days I don't have that, I have the Thai one. And lots of tea and coffee and coconut water. I snack mostly on fruit with some nut butters.
So, while I have had some not so great diet stuff--since I haven't been able to cook and hubby has brought in food--including carnitas tacos with sour cream and cheese , chicken picatta with that lemon butter sauce, and some chocolate marzipan I bought for my sisters for Thanksgiving, but was too sick to attend, hence, it's here, calling my name. Yeah, bad me. Well, I still lost. I think the constant coughing must burn loads of calories. ; )
I hope y'all are doing way better than I. Time for hot liquids. Later...
Anyway, despite barely moving and little sleeping --mostly coughing and spitting up--I did weigh myself this am and I'm 174.8 . Almost 4 pounds down.
I've been having a lot of soup and fluids as expected. Unlike some folks who rely on chicken soup, I tend to feel better in terms of decongesting with onion soup and Thai spicy chicken soup (tom yum gai). Hubby goes to a local French diner, asks for the onion soup separated for take out (ie, broth in one, cheese in other, skip the french bread), and I heat it up at home with 1/5th the cheese they use. They use a seriously lot of cheese. He got me 6 and I have one a day. On days I don't have that, I have the Thai one. And lots of tea and coffee and coconut water. I snack mostly on fruit with some nut butters.
So, while I have had some not so great diet stuff--since I haven't been able to cook and hubby has brought in food--including carnitas tacos with sour cream and cheese , chicken picatta with that lemon butter sauce, and some chocolate marzipan I bought for my sisters for Thanksgiving, but was too sick to attend, hence, it's here, calling my name. Yeah, bad me. Well, I still lost. I think the constant coughing must burn loads of calories. ; )
I hope y'all are doing way better than I. Time for hot liquids. Later...
Saturday, November 17, 2012
180.2 ... 178.6
Thursday was 180.2
Today is 178.6
I have not yet had an ideal eating day. But I've had two BETTER eating days..and I'm sure that's water loss from less food. But seeing the numbers go the RIGHT way... it's nice. Psychologically, just being back IN the 170s makes a difference.
Today is 178.6
I have not yet had an ideal eating day. But I've had two BETTER eating days..and I'm sure that's water loss from less food. But seeing the numbers go the RIGHT way... it's nice. Psychologically, just being back IN the 170s makes a difference.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Sad things, bad things...and maybe I need to blog here again before my milestones get crushed to dust...and a Hurricane Sandy relief fundraiser for those of you who write fiction...
I got on the scale today and saw: 180 lbs.
I kid you not. I freaked a bit. Just a bit. Got off the scale, and went. OK....back to basics.
I have an appointment with the trainer (Pilates) on MOnday. I will consult with her on how to have a more affordable workout plan at the studio (meaning classes, which ones, when, etc). I'll be back to walking, since sitting and writing burns like zip calories.
I'm back to my organic coop. Picked up my first share and ready to eat fruits and veggies in abundance.
You know, I hit a low of 169.8 when I lost my appetite after hubby lost his job. That was early July. And then, it crept up. I got lazy. Things got in my diet that hadn't been in it for a while, such as sugar. Not huge quantities at first, just a taste here and there of, oh, chocolate marzipan.
And this is how the fat comes back, my dears. This is exactly how.
A scosh over 10 pounds higher in four months. Bit by bit. Creep by creep. A pound this week, a pound next week. No binges. Not a single binge. Just an extra serving here, and not measuring there, and sitting on my butt on the couch instead of moving and breathing hard and sweating.
So, I'm FIVE pounds away from being obese again FIVE. You know how easy that would be? Oh, snap. I could blink and it's here. Losing five pounds is hard, hard work. Gaining it just requires you do...nothing.
Okay, so 180 lbs today. A slap in the face. A reproach from the scale. A reality check. A failure.
I became a lazy ass again. I got lax.
But you know what can happen today? You do what's needful. You get back to what was done before. I did it for two years (the eating control) and I did it for 4 years (the exercising). So, I do it again. And again.
You start again. From right here. :)
I'm sad today, and I wept, and it wasn't because of my weight. I got over the freak and am fine about that. I know what to do, just have to stop being slothful.
What made me weep is that a friend died. His wife is now a widow. His daughters are now fatherless. He had a congenital condition that no doubt contributed to the coma and eventual death--though doctors remain mystified. But he was younger than I am, one year younger. Because I am a person of a particular faith, I believe we will be hanging out together again one day, but his family's loss just makes me so, so sad. And then it reminded me of my nephew, and his being gone, and well. It's been a weepy day.
Then I visit a couple of blogs, blogging and dieting pals from when I began this blog , and one is dealing with severe medical issues and severe regain. Another is having a personal life upheaval, and severe regain. One has lost worldly possessions, and is probably regaining. One has a hubby with cancer, with a slight regain.
But in all these cases, the regain is the least of it, right? It's peanuts compared to the rest. Because, really, when it's about serious health issues or serious relationship problems or major disaster upheavals or ...DEATH...weight pales in comparison. It hurts and it sickens and it frustrates, but it's far worse to lose the ones we love, whether we lose them (or being with them) due to grave illness, mental issues, divorce, or whatever.
Weight matters. But other things matter more.
This is putting things in perspective. I'm not down and weepy today because I regained. I'm down because a good guy is gone from this place and his family is heartbroken and irrevocably changed. Someone who worked hard to be healthy to overcome what could not be intrinsically fixed. But he's still gone early.
To Beth. Keep the hope, hold on. To Karen: keep the faith, hold on, believe in miracles. To Big A: I know you'll be fine, cause you're one tough mother, but don't let the stress make you lose what you gained with so much hard work. You have the most precious things safe, the rest will come back. Jo: what can I say? Be strong for yourself and for him, and believe.
I hope y'all praying folks out there will keep these bloggy pals in mind.
I have no excuse, see? These folks have serious things going on right now, not I.My time came before-- job losses, disaster damages (of a MUCH MUCH slighter sort than A's major smack from nature), health crises, and the worst, deaths-- and my time will come again, cause that's life. Shit happens. Then sunshine. Shit happens again, then sunshine. Repeat, repeat. Die.
Yes, I have things intrinsically defective about me, but all I have to do is look back on this blog to when I was doing the needful things. The things I need to do again. I HAVE NO EXCUSE.
Nearly two years ago on this blog, when I was 53 or so pounds heavier than I am now, I wrote that the reason I needed to do it--lose weight, get healthier-- was because "' time is running out."
Guess what, I have even less time than when I first put this image on my blog:
Time moves on, even if we sit still and get nothing done about what we want related to, well,whatever--fat, fitness, work goals, personal relationship goals, spiritual goals.
Whatever it is you and I want to change, we only have RIGHT NOW. You have no guarantees, neither do I, that we have the next hour or next day or next year. A hurricane can hit a big city and take away a home, a car, a loved one. A plague. A cancer. A car accident. Anything can happen. This moment right now is all you know you have.
Wanna do something in your life? I know I want to, and I'm a procrastinater by nature. If it's tough, I wanna do it...later.
You better do it now.
Me, too.
And I guess I better get back to my weigh-ins and accountability. I want this happy weight "after" to stay happy. :D
Be well, my dears. And if you have a moment, pray grace and comfort over the Dorta family.
ADDENDUM: This is for those of you who are writing novels and might desire feedback from established/published authors (these are CBA authors, Christian fiction). There is a fundraiser underway. Get a published author to critique first 50 pages of your work. You'll have to bid. Here is the information. All proceeds go to Hurricane Sandy relief via Samaritan's Purse (I remember they did really good aid work after H. Rita). My church has gathered money and supplies and sent folks up north to help out, including folks to do manual labor. We're one nation, so yeah, we should help out, right?
I kid you not. I freaked a bit. Just a bit. Got off the scale, and went. OK....back to basics.
I have an appointment with the trainer (Pilates) on MOnday. I will consult with her on how to have a more affordable workout plan at the studio (meaning classes, which ones, when, etc). I'll be back to walking, since sitting and writing burns like zip calories.
I'm back to my organic coop. Picked up my first share and ready to eat fruits and veggies in abundance.
You know, I hit a low of 169.8 when I lost my appetite after hubby lost his job. That was early July. And then, it crept up. I got lazy. Things got in my diet that hadn't been in it for a while, such as sugar. Not huge quantities at first, just a taste here and there of, oh, chocolate marzipan.
And this is how the fat comes back, my dears. This is exactly how.
A scosh over 10 pounds higher in four months. Bit by bit. Creep by creep. A pound this week, a pound next week. No binges. Not a single binge. Just an extra serving here, and not measuring there, and sitting on my butt on the couch instead of moving and breathing hard and sweating.
So, I'm FIVE pounds away from being obese again FIVE. You know how easy that would be? Oh, snap. I could blink and it's here. Losing five pounds is hard, hard work. Gaining it just requires you do...nothing.
Okay, so 180 lbs today. A slap in the face. A reproach from the scale. A reality check. A failure.
I became a lazy ass again. I got lax.
But you know what can happen today? You do what's needful. You get back to what was done before. I did it for two years (the eating control) and I did it for 4 years (the exercising). So, I do it again. And again.
You start again. From right here. :)
I'm sad today, and I wept, and it wasn't because of my weight. I got over the freak and am fine about that. I know what to do, just have to stop being slothful.
What made me weep is that a friend died. His wife is now a widow. His daughters are now fatherless. He had a congenital condition that no doubt contributed to the coma and eventual death--though doctors remain mystified. But he was younger than I am, one year younger. Because I am a person of a particular faith, I believe we will be hanging out together again one day, but his family's loss just makes me so, so sad. And then it reminded me of my nephew, and his being gone, and well. It's been a weepy day.
Then I visit a couple of blogs, blogging and dieting pals from when I began this blog , and one is dealing with severe medical issues and severe regain. Another is having a personal life upheaval, and severe regain. One has lost worldly possessions, and is probably regaining. One has a hubby with cancer, with a slight regain.
But in all these cases, the regain is the least of it, right? It's peanuts compared to the rest. Because, really, when it's about serious health issues or serious relationship problems or major disaster upheavals or ...DEATH...weight pales in comparison. It hurts and it sickens and it frustrates, but it's far worse to lose the ones we love, whether we lose them (or being with them) due to grave illness, mental issues, divorce, or whatever.
Weight matters. But other things matter more.
This is putting things in perspective. I'm not down and weepy today because I regained. I'm down because a good guy is gone from this place and his family is heartbroken and irrevocably changed. Someone who worked hard to be healthy to overcome what could not be intrinsically fixed. But he's still gone early.
To Beth. Keep the hope, hold on. To Karen: keep the faith, hold on, believe in miracles. To Big A: I know you'll be fine, cause you're one tough mother, but don't let the stress make you lose what you gained with so much hard work. You have the most precious things safe, the rest will come back. Jo: what can I say? Be strong for yourself and for him, and believe.
I hope y'all praying folks out there will keep these bloggy pals in mind.
I have no excuse, see? These folks have serious things going on right now, not I.My time came before-- job losses, disaster damages (of a MUCH MUCH slighter sort than A's major smack from nature), health crises, and the worst, deaths-- and my time will come again, cause that's life. Shit happens. Then sunshine. Shit happens again, then sunshine. Repeat, repeat. Die.
Yes, I have things intrinsically defective about me, but all I have to do is look back on this blog to when I was doing the needful things. The things I need to do again. I HAVE NO EXCUSE.
Nearly two years ago on this blog, when I was 53 or so pounds heavier than I am now, I wrote that the reason I needed to do it--lose weight, get healthier-- was because "' time is running out."
Guess what, I have even less time than when I first put this image on my blog:
Time moves on, even if we sit still and get nothing done about what we want related to, well,whatever--fat, fitness, work goals, personal relationship goals, spiritual goals.
Whatever it is you and I want to change, we only have RIGHT NOW. You have no guarantees, neither do I, that we have the next hour or next day or next year. A hurricane can hit a big city and take away a home, a car, a loved one. A plague. A cancer. A car accident. Anything can happen. This moment right now is all you know you have.
Wanna do something in your life? I know I want to, and I'm a procrastinater by nature. If it's tough, I wanna do it...later.
You better do it now.
Me, too.
And I guess I better get back to my weigh-ins and accountability. I want this happy weight "after" to stay happy. :D
Be well, my dears. And if you have a moment, pray grace and comfort over the Dorta family.
ADDENDUM: This is for those of you who are writing novels and might desire feedback from established/published authors (these are CBA authors, Christian fiction). There is a fundraiser underway. Get a published author to critique first 50 pages of your work. You'll have to bid. Here is the information. All proceeds go to Hurricane Sandy relief via Samaritan's Purse (I remember they did really good aid work after H. Rita). My church has gathered money and supplies and sent folks up north to help out, including folks to do manual labor. We're one nation, so yeah, we should help out, right?
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