Controlled Chaos


Last week there was rain, followed by wet, followed by rain again. At the beginning of the week I was pretty sad about missing my bike rides.  By Saturday I was using the possibility of rain as an excuse to not even bother.

Yoga fizzled out last week also. I was diligent on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.  By Wednesday,  things were getting difficult. The 30 day challenge is getting harder a bit to fast for me.  Thursday I told myself I was to tired. Friday I had a hair appointment and didn’t get home until after 9:00. I told myself I was to tired. By Saturday I was just indifferent to it.

This weekend, the muscles and areas I use most in yoga and biking hurt. They felt tight and uncomfortable.  I think they were protesting my inactivity. I need to get back to it.

Monday I rode my bike. I rode pretty hard because I wanted to beat the rain, which I did. It felt good to be out there.

My eating has been slowly drifting away from what I should be consuming. I am still limiting carbs but have been adding more fat and larger portions. Needless to say, my weight has been fluctuating up and down.

I have not fell off the wagon. I am currently walking beside it. I have made a conscious decision to take a few days off. I am making an effort to control what could become chaotic.  I am planning my off plan meals and avoiding sugar. I can’t be controlled while consuming sugar. I know this about myself.

I am three meals into my controlled chaos. I am happy to report that it is not as great as I imagined. My body definitely prefers lighter meals with less carbs. Armed with this knowledge, I look forward to getting back on my new normal diet on Sunday.

I expect to gain a few pounds. I will take it. I am earning them.

I am also resuming yoga. I enjoy it. I decided I will do each day twice before moving on. This turns the 30 day challenge into a 60 day challenge.  I have also decided to not do yoga on the days I ride my bike.  This might change in the future,  but for now that is my plan.

Do you alter your plans as you go along?

Celebrate You

Congratulations! You lost 5 more pounds.  You are looking great.  Ok, not great, but you are looking better than you have in years. You feel on top of the world. Let’s make a banner and hang it high. This should be celebrated. Quick! Someone ordered confetti.

Stop! Hold the presses!

News flash-  Not everyone is happy about your weight loss success.

What? That is crazy! Don’t they see the sunrays beeming down on me? Don’t they hear the birds singing?

Nope.

Ok, no birds. I get it. But shouldn’t they be happy that I am doing something to improve my health?

In theory.  But not everyone is happy you are bettering yourself. For a variety of reasons, some people are not happy about it at all.

Perhaps they are happy with your status as their fat friend and don’t want that to change.

Perhaps they are annoyed at their own weight loss struggles and just don’t want to hear about how good you are doing.

Perhaps since you are getting out and doing more things they are worried about their status in your life changing.

Perhaps it is just all that confetti you keep throwing around. It is making a mess.

Your successes deserve to be celebrated. Not just weight loss, but all successes. Be your biggest fan. Sometimes your celebrations need to be a party of one. 

Celebrate all that is you!

 

The Curveballs of Life

Sometimes life throws you a curveball.

I have had gallstones for years. I was good at avoiding impending attacks. As soon as I felt one coming on, I would down a few bottles of water and that would make it subside. It was in my head that my gallbladder was at the end of its life expectancy. My doctor told me the next time I have an attack, go to the emergency room. Since I could make it go away, I hadn’t exactly followed that advice.

A week ago Sunday, after lunch, I felt off. It was like a gallbladder attack, but the pain was not quite in the right spot.  It also wasn’t severe, like it can get. I continued to do things around the house. Sunday is generally a big laundry day. I still wasn’t feeling great at dinner time. We ordered Chinese food. I ate on the light side. By 7:30, we had a problem.  I lost my dinner and was feeling pretty bad. After an hour or so debate, we decided to go to the emergency room.

At the emergency room, they diagnosed me with gallstones. What a surprise. They also diagnosed me with pancreatitis. The pancreatitis got me admitted to the hospital.

I am happy with the care I received in the hospital, but nothing seems to happen fast in the hospital.  Sunday they managed pain and nausea. By midmorning on Monday, I was feeling fine. I was on a nothing by mouth ‘diet’ and starving. Late Monday night, I had an MRI to see if there were any stones outside of the gallbladder. Of course there were. Late Tuesday night, a GI doctor did a scope down my throat to remove three rogue stones. Finally on Wednesday night, the gallbladder was taken out. After feeling just fine for close to three days, I was sent home on Thursday when I was feeling the worst.

It is now Monday again. I am feeling better than I have in days. The incisions are healing. My ankles seem to be missing. I hope to be back to my normal routine in a week with the exception of heavy lifting.

Bodies are funny things. Let’s take this out, you don’t need it. Let’s not feed you for three days, fourteen pound weight gain. We interrupt these weigh ins until my system levels out.