It’s time for a slight departure here on the blog. My aim is twofold. Wait, maybe threefold. Perhaps more. Oh I dunno, who’s counting? Anyway, the number of folds aside, it’s time for a change.
I paid a visit to my new MD last month. First thing he did was take my blood pressure. He used a magic machine that took six readings, eliminated the first and last, and averaged the rest. He left the room so there was no white coat syndrome (though I have never had that problem) and turned the machine face down so I couldn’t read the results. He came back for the big reveal…. and voilà! 124/85.
I turned to him and said, “You do good work!”
Then he pissed me off.
He wanted to take my measurements. I’m still 5’10”. Cool. No shrinkage. Then my weight. “Ugh,” I thought to myself. I stepped on the scales – the official doctor’s-office kind, with the slide-y weights that you nudge along on the arm. The big 100-pound marker was set at “one” and he slid the one-pound measure over in increments. All the way over to the right. Not in balance.
“Noooooooooo!” I screamed silently as he slid the 100-pound thingy to “two”.
His scale measures ten pounds heavier than the mine at home. Same as Doctor Barbie’s. Cr@p. They can’t both be wrong.
“I need to get a handle on this,” I wrote to my friend. “Will I? Good question.”
Since then, I haven’t done much to decrease my intake. I am getting out more for walks, so that’s a good thing. What’s more, I am starting to crave those walks. Excellent. I hope this continues.
But the bathroom scales do not register any improvement. If anything, I’m gaining. I’ve got plenty of excuses, none good. It doesn’t help that I’m married to Jack Spratt who is underweight and has difficulty gaining. He keeps chips and candies and an assortment of treats all over the house. Me, I’ve got no will power.
Correction: I’ve got plenty of will power. I fail to exercise it as well as the rest of my wonderfully pudgy self.
Last weekend we paid a visit to a museum in Stoney Creek. Hubby brought the camera and wanted me in all of the pictures. (There is no arguing with the man. A person has to be in the photos for scale, don’t you know? )
He took one shot, and then asked me to turn slightly. Back home, when I downloaded the images, I understood why. My a$$ was enormous in the first shot.
It’s time. I am tired of seeing my plump and puffy face stare back at me from the mirror. I’m tired of being tired as I slog my way up the stairs or up the trail. The BMI results tell me I’m overweight, bordering on obese. In order to satisfy BMI scales, I need to lose thirty pounds. I’d be happy with half of that.
Back to the purpose of this new series. My goals are:
- By announcing my intention, I hope to secure my motivation to lose weight and
- invite others to join along to offer support and encouragement and maybe set similar goals of their own
- (See? I KNEW there was more than two folds!) Write about it. I will get my rear in gear literally, and figuratively as well by blogging about my efforts.
If I frame these goals around eating better and exercising more rather than losing weight, I think I’ll have a better chance. We’ll see.
Don’t worry. I have no intention of boring you with every last calorie lost or gained. I hope to write at least weekly. Essentially, I see this series as a way of checking in and keeping my promise to you. More importantly, keeping my promise to myself.
Categories: Personal Growth
Tags: weight loss