I did okay last week.
I blew it this weekend - whoo-boy! Chinese food Friday night. Saturday night was the buffet at a casino and I ate the WHOLE buffet. It was so bad I woke up with a carb-hangover Sunday morning. (I had a head ache, body aches, dehydration and a sour stomach - what would you call it?) Sunday was hair-of-the-dog - more sugar. I ended the stupidity with a scary large Midnight run to McD's. It was not pretty.
I'm too chicken to get on the scale. I'll check it next week if I behave. I did check my blood sugar - 125. Thank goodness for Januvia!
I'm back on today - whatever that means. I've got bruises on my ass from falling off the wagon. We addicts are gluttons for punishment.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wow. Okay. Time to get serious ...
The last few months have been kinda crazy for me.
As you can see from my last entry in February, I'm a bit stressed. The lack of a job thing is messing with my head a lot. We have now crossed the one year jobless mark.
To celebrate that year - I moved. That wouldn't stress me out further, would it? Of course it did! I hate moving! But, my apartment was kinda expensive. So, I moved in with a friend. Now all my stuff occupies a small bedroom and a Public Storage unit. It was hard. Moving is bad enough but deciding what to take, what to store and what to just throw away was really tough. Plus, in order to save money, I had to spend money - I had to buy a new bed because mine was too big and then I had to pay movers. In the end, it will be worth it, but it was stressful.
To top it all, I battled my feet and ankles for nearly a month. There were days I hobbled and days I couldn't even get off the couch. When you have to move your life but your body is preventing it, well, let's just say the stress got higher.
The bad news is that no, I didn't diet. I ate like crap. Had to at times - I couldn't drive to even go get Micky D's much less full groceries. Lots of delivery pizza was consumed. So, yeah, I'm sure I put my body on a serious diabetic roller coaster. I know I certainly didn't feel terribly well at times.
The good news is, well, kinda shocking and somehow not shocking. I got moved, magically, through all the stress and my feet healed up just enough, right on time. It was a scramble, but I'm in a new place and a storage space and I'm saving money.
That's not the shocking part. The shocking part is that my right foot, a.k.a. "The Football," has shrunk - it looks like a normal, albeit large (I wear a size 16 shoe) foot. The edema has drastically retreated. Why? Well, I guess I got some exercise while moving. All the up and down the six stairs in front of my place. All the lifting and toting. The foot has a bunch of loose skin, but the edema has vanished. Now, I still have it on my ankles and calves, but both of my feet look pretty good.
This was encouraging to me. It showed me I needed to get serious. So, last week, I got back on the horse. It's been a rough week. My housemate has no problem with carbs and the house is full of them. But, I managed to resist - today marks the beginning of week two. I didn't weigh in last week, but I weighed in today: 453. That is the lowest I have weighed, by two pounds, since I began this diet in 2009. It's the lowest I've weighed in years.
So, I am determined to continue. I want the weight off. I want to see 400 by the end of the year. It's a pound and a half a week. It means staying on the diet for more than three weeks at a time. It means getting some exercise. Luckily, I moved into a house and there is plenty of yard work to do. Did I just say luckily? Oh boy ...
As you can see from my last entry in February, I'm a bit stressed. The lack of a job thing is messing with my head a lot. We have now crossed the one year jobless mark.
To celebrate that year - I moved. That wouldn't stress me out further, would it? Of course it did! I hate moving! But, my apartment was kinda expensive. So, I moved in with a friend. Now all my stuff occupies a small bedroom and a Public Storage unit. It was hard. Moving is bad enough but deciding what to take, what to store and what to just throw away was really tough. Plus, in order to save money, I had to spend money - I had to buy a new bed because mine was too big and then I had to pay movers. In the end, it will be worth it, but it was stressful.
To top it all, I battled my feet and ankles for nearly a month. There were days I hobbled and days I couldn't even get off the couch. When you have to move your life but your body is preventing it, well, let's just say the stress got higher.
The bad news is that no, I didn't diet. I ate like crap. Had to at times - I couldn't drive to even go get Micky D's much less full groceries. Lots of delivery pizza was consumed. So, yeah, I'm sure I put my body on a serious diabetic roller coaster. I know I certainly didn't feel terribly well at times.
The good news is, well, kinda shocking and somehow not shocking. I got moved, magically, through all the stress and my feet healed up just enough, right on time. It was a scramble, but I'm in a new place and a storage space and I'm saving money.
That's not the shocking part. The shocking part is that my right foot, a.k.a. "The Football," has shrunk - it looks like a normal, albeit large (I wear a size 16 shoe) foot. The edema has drastically retreated. Why? Well, I guess I got some exercise while moving. All the up and down the six stairs in front of my place. All the lifting and toting. The foot has a bunch of loose skin, but the edema has vanished. Now, I still have it on my ankles and calves, but both of my feet look pretty good.
This was encouraging to me. It showed me I needed to get serious. So, last week, I got back on the horse. It's been a rough week. My housemate has no problem with carbs and the house is full of them. But, I managed to resist - today marks the beginning of week two. I didn't weigh in last week, but I weighed in today: 453. That is the lowest I have weighed, by two pounds, since I began this diet in 2009. It's the lowest I've weighed in years.
So, I am determined to continue. I want the weight off. I want to see 400 by the end of the year. It's a pound and a half a week. It means staying on the diet for more than three weeks at a time. It means getting some exercise. Luckily, I moved into a house and there is plenty of yard work to do. Did I just say luckily? Oh boy ...
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