Sigh. I have a cold and am not feeling well at all. There are two upsides:
1. I have a dead-sexy voice when I get sick. Like Kathleen Turner.
2. I don't feel like eating. Or drinking. Or staying upright for longer than an hour at a time. But I'm going to concentrate on the not feeling like eating.
I went to support group last night, before the onset of the cold symptoms (if any of my fellow group-ies get sick, please don't blame me as the Typhoid Mary). I'm really glad I did. I got to see a woman there who had her surgery about the same time I did, and is struggling with the same "bounce back" that I am. I'm so glad it's not just me. I hear all the time about post-ops who have no food struggles (or so they say) and I would like to kick them in the shins. Not that I'm bitter.
I know that I should be proud of losing about 165 lbs., but the fact is that I still have about 15 pounds to go before I am out of the "obese" category on the BMI chart. I'm starting to think that between the cravings for carbs, the thyroid imbalance, and the constant tiredness from the thyroid imbalance (i.e. lack of exercise), that I will not only never get there, but that I will actually gain weight from here.
Enter in the year's first illness! Hooray! A stuffy nose does wonders for cravings...
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Thursday, September 8, 2011
Thursday, August 26, 2010
It's been a hard days' week...
...and I've been working like a dog. This week, I've just gotten tugged in every possible direction. I've been bullied by management, threatened (with lawsuits) by employees, and led around the office by our CEO like--well, like a dog. I knew it would be a rough week because I'm in a symposium on Thursday and Friday, so there ends up being extra stress to get everything done by Wednesday.
It got to the point yesterday that people were asking me "What's wrong?" Which only happens when I'm extremely ill and don't have the strength to keep up the "HR Professional Mask," or when I forget to put on mascara (seriously, I look like I'm suffering from H1N1 when I don't have eyelashes). My boss even came into my office and told me to take a day off...soon. So yeah, the cracks in my armor must have been pretty visible.
And you know what I realized? I haven't done anything active since Sunday. No walks around the block, no stretching exercises, no yoga or pilates, no swimming, no weights, no nothing. You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was so shocked when I realized this. The woman who refused to sweat (unless you count sweating while trying to open a stuck jar of pasta sauce), NEEDS to work out in order to feel right. Who knew?
Well, I guess I sorta knew. I mean I knew about all the studies on how exercise boosts your mood and that the effects can last over a day. I know that I'm mildly ADD and need variety. I know that anxiety can be burned off, along with some calories, by a brisk 10-minute walk. And yet, before I lost the weight I couldn't take advantage of this.
You see, there is an idea out there that fat people are lazy, and if they just got off the couch they could turn into Ironman. I don't believe being lazy makes you fat--I've met far too many skinny people who won't lift a finger if they don't have to. I DO believe that being fat can make you lazy. I am a hard worker, I'm dedicated and stubborn as all heck, yet I got truly lazy because moving around just didn't feel good. I was in near-constant pain when I walked--to the point of wanting to just give up and lie down. I hated feeling my thighs rub together, and my jiggly spots jiggle. So I avoided it like the plague, and I'm sure people around me assumed that I was lazy.
Now I'm finding that I can actually move, and that it's fun. And that when I don't make time to work out, I really miss it both physically and emotionally. Don't get me wrong--running around the block isn't going to make my CEO less of a bully, or keep the employee I secretly refer to as "The Emotional Titanic" from cornering me in my office to tell me of her most recent crisises (or crises?). It just helps me burn off the stress, anxiety, and tension that result of these things so that I can start the next day fresh. Then, I can see my CEO as a powerful, decisive woman (which she is), and I can see the Titanic employee as a very troubled lady who just needed a sympathetic ear (which she also is).
So after my symposium ended this afternoon, I made a stop at the gym. I saw a friend there, and watched a bit of the Turbo Kick Boxing she's been telling me about (I'm a little scared to try it just yet). Then I did a warm-up on a recumbent bike (7 minutes) and 12 minutes on the elliptical (a new record for me!) doing intervals. Then I did weights for my shoulders, my back, my pecs, my biceps, and my triceps. I know it probably sounds wimpy to those of you who work out a lot, but remember that I've had 2 major surgeries in the last 7 months and I'm still 225 lbs, which is just barely out of the morbidly obese column for my BMI. (Woo hoo! I've lost about 130 lbs and now I'm just the regular kind of obese!). So I've got a long way to go before Ironman. But this evening I feel better--less stressed, and less driving to eat unconsciously. So this is definitely a new, positive discovery for me.
Basically, the moral of the story is that if you work like a dog, you should run and play like one too. Or you just might end up "barking" mad. (sorry about the pun...feel free to punish me in the comment section).
It got to the point yesterday that people were asking me "What's wrong?" Which only happens when I'm extremely ill and don't have the strength to keep up the "HR Professional Mask," or when I forget to put on mascara (seriously, I look like I'm suffering from H1N1 when I don't have eyelashes). My boss even came into my office and told me to take a day off...soon. So yeah, the cracks in my armor must have been pretty visible.
And you know what I realized? I haven't done anything active since Sunday. No walks around the block, no stretching exercises, no yoga or pilates, no swimming, no weights, no nothing. You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was so shocked when I realized this. The woman who refused to sweat (unless you count sweating while trying to open a stuck jar of pasta sauce), NEEDS to work out in order to feel right. Who knew?
Well, I guess I sorta knew. I mean I knew about all the studies on how exercise boosts your mood and that the effects can last over a day. I know that I'm mildly ADD and need variety. I know that anxiety can be burned off, along with some calories, by a brisk 10-minute walk. And yet, before I lost the weight I couldn't take advantage of this.
You see, there is an idea out there that fat people are lazy, and if they just got off the couch they could turn into Ironman. I don't believe being lazy makes you fat--I've met far too many skinny people who won't lift a finger if they don't have to. I DO believe that being fat can make you lazy. I am a hard worker, I'm dedicated and stubborn as all heck, yet I got truly lazy because moving around just didn't feel good. I was in near-constant pain when I walked--to the point of wanting to just give up and lie down. I hated feeling my thighs rub together, and my jiggly spots jiggle. So I avoided it like the plague, and I'm sure people around me assumed that I was lazy.
Now I'm finding that I can actually move, and that it's fun. And that when I don't make time to work out, I really miss it both physically and emotionally. Don't get me wrong--running around the block isn't going to make my CEO less of a bully, or keep the employee I secretly refer to as "The Emotional Titanic" from cornering me in my office to tell me of her most recent crisises (or crises?). It just helps me burn off the stress, anxiety, and tension that result of these things so that I can start the next day fresh. Then, I can see my CEO as a powerful, decisive woman (which she is), and I can see the Titanic employee as a very troubled lady who just needed a sympathetic ear (which she also is).
So after my symposium ended this afternoon, I made a stop at the gym. I saw a friend there, and watched a bit of the Turbo Kick Boxing she's been telling me about (I'm a little scared to try it just yet). Then I did a warm-up on a recumbent bike (7 minutes) and 12 minutes on the elliptical (a new record for me!) doing intervals. Then I did weights for my shoulders, my back, my pecs, my biceps, and my triceps. I know it probably sounds wimpy to those of you who work out a lot, but remember that I've had 2 major surgeries in the last 7 months and I'm still 225 lbs, which is just barely out of the morbidly obese column for my BMI. (Woo hoo! I've lost about 130 lbs and now I'm just the regular kind of obese!). So I've got a long way to go before Ironman. But this evening I feel better--less stressed, and less driving to eat unconsciously. So this is definitely a new, positive discovery for me.
Basically, the moral of the story is that if you work like a dog, you should run and play like one too. Or you just might end up "barking" mad. (sorry about the pun...feel free to punish me in the comment section).
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I found it!
I am not known to be an organized person. In fact, it's quite the opposite.
Well, I lost my blog. Blogspot changed into Google-y-something and I couldn't find my password, etc. So I haven't posted in a long time. But, here I am again!
You would think by now I would have something interesting to say. (crickets.....)
In lieu of that, I'm posting a link to an extraordinary and eye-opening slideshow. This one contains of pictures of normal women, each with a description underneath the picture based on how their BMI categorizes them--underweight, normal, overweight, or obese. Check this out...
http://kateharding.net/bmi-illustrated/
I'd really like to send it to every doctor I've had. Even when I was at my lightest (which I literally starved myself to get to when I was in high school), my BMI listed me as "obese". Now I'm off the charts, but I'm a lot less hung up on labels. Yup. I removed the tags from my pillows and everything ("under penalty of law").
Well, I lost my blog. Blogspot changed into Google-y-something and I couldn't find my password, etc. So I haven't posted in a long time. But, here I am again!
You would think by now I would have something interesting to say. (crickets.....)
In lieu of that, I'm posting a link to an extraordinary and eye-opening slideshow. This one contains of pictures of normal women, each with a description underneath the picture based on how their BMI categorizes them--underweight, normal, overweight, or obese. Check this out...
http://kateharding.net/bmi-illustrated/
I'd really like to send it to every doctor I've had. Even when I was at my lightest (which I literally starved myself to get to when I was in high school), my BMI listed me as "obese". Now I'm off the charts, but I'm a lot less hung up on labels. Yup. I removed the tags from my pillows and everything ("under penalty of law").
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