Day Forty-Two
Sure enough, my little boy said to me first thing this morning, "Happy day forty-two." He's keeping track.
Yesterday at my training, the trainers had put some nasty hard an sour candy on the table for us to snack on. Someone offered me some, and I declined. It came out that I was off sugar, and every single one of them asked, "What are you doing to compensate?" Uh. . . . . . .
When we came back from lunch, one of my friends had gotten himself a three-foot tall drink of pink stuff. He seemed to be eating something like donuts out of a bag, too. "You need to get me off this stuff," he joked.
So I told him my secret: get so fat you can't stand yourself and will do anything to reverse it.
It seems like everyone else can eat sugar with no ill effects. I know that's not true. That's just how it seems when I am being deprived. Sugar is hard to not eat. People admire me and think I'm crazy. I'm not doing this for either of those reasons.
Last night as I started to come back from being angry about my situation, I decided to start to focus more on what I can do than what the scale is doing. That will be a little bit more under my control. I'm going to make a chart of all the things I COULD do, like evening abs, drinking enough water, etc., and then keep track of how often I DO do those things. In my head, I do all the right things, but I might not do them as often as I should. If I track it, I can see where I can make improvements.
I did abs at the gym this morning, and some weight-lifting (it was my lightest day for that), and one hour on the elliptical. I burned 513 calories and went 4.53 miles, according to the machine.
I did something else differently today, too. I have an idea in my head that running will take this stubborn belly weight off of me better than anything, but my doctor has said I may not ever be able to run again. Well, we'll see. I got on the treadmill and slowly turned the speed up to the lowest speed I used to run at, and jogged at it for one minute. If I don't have any adverse problems with my knees, hips, or back from that, I might keep slowly increasing the time, and the speed. I'd love to be able to run a little bit again, if it doesn't ruin me otherwise.
I'm not sure I've explained that my feet are twisting inward, and my toes have "fallen off" the metatarsals, to quote my doctor. They need surgery on them, but there have been some barriers to doing that. One of them is it would take me about a year to recover from both surgeries. The problems with my feet are slowly creeping up and giving me problems elsewhere. I think because they are out of alignment, they are pulling other things out of alignment, too. Another problem I have is that, due to chronic sinus infections over the last thirty-two years, I have taken a lot of an antibiotic that I just found out a year or so ago can produce tendon and ligament problems. And I have them all over. I popped something in my knee twenty-one months ago that took almost a year to recover from. And I have smaller issues practically everywhere--my left hand, my left arm, feet, hips, you name it. So, exercising at all can pose problems, but how can I not? I used to be in great shape from weight-lifting. Honest.
The cookies were still out on the desk at work today, but they didn't bother me as much. It's better when I know ahead.
I'm making homemade fried rice for dinner, and roasted asparagus. Time to go check it.
Yesterday at my training, the trainers had put some nasty hard an sour candy on the table for us to snack on. Someone offered me some, and I declined. It came out that I was off sugar, and every single one of them asked, "What are you doing to compensate?" Uh. . . . . . .
When we came back from lunch, one of my friends had gotten himself a three-foot tall drink of pink stuff. He seemed to be eating something like donuts out of a bag, too. "You need to get me off this stuff," he joked.
So I told him my secret: get so fat you can't stand yourself and will do anything to reverse it.
It seems like everyone else can eat sugar with no ill effects. I know that's not true. That's just how it seems when I am being deprived. Sugar is hard to not eat. People admire me and think I'm crazy. I'm not doing this for either of those reasons.
Last night as I started to come back from being angry about my situation, I decided to start to focus more on what I can do than what the scale is doing. That will be a little bit more under my control. I'm going to make a chart of all the things I COULD do, like evening abs, drinking enough water, etc., and then keep track of how often I DO do those things. In my head, I do all the right things, but I might not do them as often as I should. If I track it, I can see where I can make improvements.
I did abs at the gym this morning, and some weight-lifting (it was my lightest day for that), and one hour on the elliptical. I burned 513 calories and went 4.53 miles, according to the machine.
I did something else differently today, too. I have an idea in my head that running will take this stubborn belly weight off of me better than anything, but my doctor has said I may not ever be able to run again. Well, we'll see. I got on the treadmill and slowly turned the speed up to the lowest speed I used to run at, and jogged at it for one minute. If I don't have any adverse problems with my knees, hips, or back from that, I might keep slowly increasing the time, and the speed. I'd love to be able to run a little bit again, if it doesn't ruin me otherwise.
I'm not sure I've explained that my feet are twisting inward, and my toes have "fallen off" the metatarsals, to quote my doctor. They need surgery on them, but there have been some barriers to doing that. One of them is it would take me about a year to recover from both surgeries. The problems with my feet are slowly creeping up and giving me problems elsewhere. I think because they are out of alignment, they are pulling other things out of alignment, too. Another problem I have is that, due to chronic sinus infections over the last thirty-two years, I have taken a lot of an antibiotic that I just found out a year or so ago can produce tendon and ligament problems. And I have them all over. I popped something in my knee twenty-one months ago that took almost a year to recover from. And I have smaller issues practically everywhere--my left hand, my left arm, feet, hips, you name it. So, exercising at all can pose problems, but how can I not? I used to be in great shape from weight-lifting. Honest.
The cookies were still out on the desk at work today, but they didn't bother me as much. It's better when I know ahead.
I'm making homemade fried rice for dinner, and roasted asparagus. Time to go check it.
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