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 ...
Monday, February 8, 2010
I blew it.
No exercise.
Major cheating.
A month of progress gone.
I'm back on today. We'll see if that means anything.
Major cheating.
A month of progress gone.
I'm back on today. We'll see if that means anything.
Monday, February 1, 2010
No Pizza - but some Cheats ...
I didn't order the pizza. TeresaLynn was correct: had I ordered the pizza, I would have felt terrible the next day. I call it a carb-hangover - something no one needs.
I was good all week. No exercise to really speak of. However, I did have a VERY busy weekend. This resulted in some delayed meals and two trips to McDonalds. So, yeah, it was a cheat. If there is good news, it's the fact that both trips to Micky D's were portion control wins. When off my diet, a trip to the Golden Arches is a bag of full of food. Usually two big sandwiches or one big sandwich and two to four small sandwiches, plus fries & pies and a big soda. $12 to $17 dollars for one meal is no shocker. The last two meals were each under $9. A single sandwich (a quarter-pounder and a double quarter-pounder respectively,) large fries and a large drink. And, I was very full! Next trip to McD's I will try to get a smaller fries and a diet drink. Someday I would like to get to one of their Mini-Meals. But, for the moment, we will call it a cheat-win!
So, I took off another 2 pounds. I plan to get some exercise this week and keep chugging along! Woo-woo!!
I was good all week. No exercise to really speak of. However, I did have a VERY busy weekend. This resulted in some delayed meals and two trips to McDonalds. So, yeah, it was a cheat. If there is good news, it's the fact that both trips to Micky D's were portion control wins. When off my diet, a trip to the Golden Arches is a bag of full of food. Usually two big sandwiches or one big sandwich and two to four small sandwiches, plus fries & pies and a big soda. $12 to $17 dollars for one meal is no shocker. The last two meals were each under $9. A single sandwich (a quarter-pounder and a double quarter-pounder respectively,) large fries and a large drink. And, I was very full! Next trip to McD's I will try to get a smaller fries and a diet drink. Someday I would like to get to one of their Mini-Meals. But, for the moment, we will call it a cheat-win!
So, I took off another 2 pounds. I plan to get some exercise this week and keep chugging along! Woo-woo!!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Holy Crap I want Pizza!
I have wanted pizza for like three days. I don't know why - I just do. And it's like a crazy obsession thing. I remember getting this way about donuts a while back. I don't know what the deal is - I want a large pepperoni, mushroom and meatball pizza from a great local pizza place. It's an excellent pizza and I'd have it in about 20 minutes.
Twenty minutes, about the time it's going to take to make the chicken I currently have cooking in the kitchen.
I've had some portion control wins recently. Had a good one last night. Made just enough chicken and veggies for one bowl. I was perfectly full afterward.
But I have been hungry all day. Eating whatever comes into reach. Luckily I hit the store yesterday and most of the stuff in the house isn't too bad - in moderation. The portions I've eaten today ..... not so much.
At least I haven't ordered the pizza. And the 2 liter of Coke. And the bread-sticks. And the tiramisu!
PIZZA!!!
Twenty minutes, about the time it's going to take to make the chicken I currently have cooking in the kitchen.
I've had some portion control wins recently. Had a good one last night. Made just enough chicken and veggies for one bowl. I was perfectly full afterward.
But I have been hungry all day. Eating whatever comes into reach. Luckily I hit the store yesterday and most of the stuff in the house isn't too bad - in moderation. The portions I've eaten today ..... not so much.
At least I haven't ordered the pizza. And the 2 liter of Coke. And the bread-sticks. And the tiramisu!
PIZZA!!!
Monday, January 25, 2010
As the Gout Turns ...
It seems the "acute attack" of gout is lessening. I can almost bend the toe fully and it doesn't look like a small, purple balloon anymore. I can walk almost like a normal person again, so the resume of exercise is around the corner. I am also down two more pounds without exercise, powered mostly by some portion control wins.
All in all, good news.
I had french fries yesterday - it was a British-pub themed restaurant, so they were actually "chips." And onion rings. But, I kept them to a minimum and I didn't go buy any cake afterward on the theory that "Well, I've already violated my diet ..." - that kind of thinking usually gets me in trouble. Not yesterday. I'm getting stronger.
I'm not excited about it taking the better part of a year, at my current rate, to hit 400. Two pounds a week seems slow compared to previous 14, 10 & 5 pound weeks. But, once we resume exercise we should see some faster results. I'm not complaining, I just want to reach my goals. They seem so far out there.
They're coming. I'll get there. It's only January.
In the win category, I got into a couple of tee-shirts this week that I thought were going to be too small. My big problem with shirts is my belly. It hangs low and is apron-like. I wear a size 6X tee-shirt to get a long enough shirt to come in below the line of my belly. Also, a larger shirt flows around my belly instead of stretching around and making me look like a sausage! I noticed that a couple of my shirts were flowing better than average. I tried on a couple of older 6Xs that had shrunk with time - they fit pretty good. I tried on a 6X made by a different manufacturer that had been WAY too sausagey when I bought it. It was indeed better, but still too tight. That's okay, it will be a good indicator as I go down. The best thing about that last shirt is that it's even longer than the others. I worry as I lose weight that the skin of my belly will droop - I know it's not a pretty thought, but I can't afford surgery just yet and I hate to tuck! Talk about making me look like a sausage! Tucking is the worst!
All in all, good news.
I had french fries yesterday - it was a British-pub themed restaurant, so they were actually "chips." And onion rings. But, I kept them to a minimum and I didn't go buy any cake afterward on the theory that "Well, I've already violated my diet ..." - that kind of thinking usually gets me in trouble. Not yesterday. I'm getting stronger.
I'm not excited about it taking the better part of a year, at my current rate, to hit 400. Two pounds a week seems slow compared to previous 14, 10 & 5 pound weeks. But, once we resume exercise we should see some faster results. I'm not complaining, I just want to reach my goals. They seem so far out there.
They're coming. I'll get there. It's only January.
In the win category, I got into a couple of tee-shirts this week that I thought were going to be too small. My big problem with shirts is my belly. It hangs low and is apron-like. I wear a size 6X tee-shirt to get a long enough shirt to come in below the line of my belly. Also, a larger shirt flows around my belly instead of stretching around and making me look like a sausage! I noticed that a couple of my shirts were flowing better than average. I tried on a couple of older 6Xs that had shrunk with time - they fit pretty good. I tried on a 6X made by a different manufacturer that had been WAY too sausagey when I bought it. It was indeed better, but still too tight. That's okay, it will be a good indicator as I go down. The best thing about that last shirt is that it's even longer than the others. I worry as I lose weight that the skin of my belly will droop - I know it's not a pretty thought, but I can't afford surgery just yet and I hate to tuck! Talk about making me look like a sausage! Tucking is the worst!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I live in Gout.
So, the left big toe issue is not tendinitis. It's gout.
That's right, gout. That would be a disease we usually only associate with old people ... from the 16th century! Benjamin Franklin had gout - probably from all the beer! Turns out, even dinosaurs suffered this lovely disease! Meat-eaters - go fig!
Anyway, my toe started hurting Sunday - out of the blue. (Which, unknown to me, is a symptom.) It got worse Monday. Tuesday the toe turned purple - not scary bruised purple, but swollen, shiny and not normal colored purple. I left a voicemail for the doc and I saw her yesterday.
She took blood samples to confirm, but she was pretty sure and since the meds she put me on are already lessening the pain - I think she got it right. The funny thing is that I have been blaming big toe pain on tendinitis for quite a while now - it was probably gout all along. If there is any good news, it's that I now have an excuse to add some cherries and blueberries to my diet - apparently they ward off the formation or uric acid.
Never a boring day with my body. But, once the meds do their job I can get back to the business of exercising and get more of the weight off. The doc says gout has nothing to do with the weight, Wikipedia says different. I say my body just hates me.
That's right, gout. That would be a disease we usually only associate with old people ... from the 16th century! Benjamin Franklin had gout - probably from all the beer! Turns out, even dinosaurs suffered this lovely disease! Meat-eaters - go fig!
Anyway, my toe started hurting Sunday - out of the blue. (Which, unknown to me, is a symptom.) It got worse Monday. Tuesday the toe turned purple - not scary bruised purple, but swollen, shiny and not normal colored purple. I left a voicemail for the doc and I saw her yesterday.
She took blood samples to confirm, but she was pretty sure and since the meds she put me on are already lessening the pain - I think she got it right. The funny thing is that I have been blaming big toe pain on tendinitis for quite a while now - it was probably gout all along. If there is any good news, it's that I now have an excuse to add some cherries and blueberries to my diet - apparently they ward off the formation or uric acid.
Never a boring day with my body. But, once the meds do their job I can get back to the business of exercising and get more of the weight off. The doc says gout has nothing to do with the weight, Wikipedia says different. I say my body just hates me.
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