Checking up, slowing down and a wardrobe malfunction

On Friday, I had a checkup with Dr. H. regarding my myriad of health issues. First, I talked with Nurse Debbie. I was bursting to tell her I lost almost 11 pounds. She was SOOO excited for me! She asked what I was doing and I said I was exercising and eating less. I made sure to point out that I’m not cutting anything completely from my diet, just eating smaller amounts of food. She agreed this is probably the best way for me to lose weight.

Pulse was good. Blood pressure was… (insert fanfare) 136/86. Still not great, but down from 149/92 in December! SCORE.

I also told Debbie about my plan to do a 5k in April and a half-marathon in July. I even told her about my breakthrough C25k moment last week. I also told her about something that happened during that run/walk that I didn’t share with y’all. I had a wardrobe malfunction. I was about 12 min into the intervals on the treadmill when I felt a li’l drafty. Figured it must be because I was running oh-so-fast. Then I did a “pants check.” Yep. Sure enough, my pants fell below my bootay. Luckily, I was wearing a long shirt and *hopefully* no one saw too much of my underwear. I quickly pulled my pants up. I hope I didn’t scar anyone for life. Nurse Debbie started laughing so hard her eyes began to water. She said she felt bad about laughing but it was too funny. I assured her I didn’t mind if she laughed… I’ve been laughing about it all week.

So then Dr. H. came in and we had a really good talk (20+ min) about everything. I told her about the 5k, half-marathon and this blog. She was so happy I’ve lost weight. “I’m impressed,” she said when she realized I had lost almost 11 pounds in just 6 weeks. Dr. H. laughed about the wardrobe malfunction and said she definitely thought I could walk a half marathon in July. YES!

Dr. H. was very happy to see my blood pressure had dropped and attributed that to my exercising. She said that hopefully in a few months, it will be back down to normal! I’m so happy I don’t have to go on meds!

I went to the lab to have some blood drawn to check my Thyroid levels and my TSH was down to 5.24 (from 10.2 in December). She upped my meds slightly and hopefully the increase will help regulate my levels enough that I don’t need to up them anymore. I started the higher dose Saturday and haven’t noticed a difference just yet. Soon, I hope! My iron counts were good, so I don’t have to increase that.

The results from the sleep apnea link test I took earlier this month came in last week. I wasn’t in the “normal” range, but I wasn’t in the “grossly abnormal” stage either. Basically, that means I have to do a sleep study at the hospital. THAT should be a blast. I hardly slept with the apnea link, I can’t imagine how I’ll sleep with even more stuff hooked up to me and a video camera watching me sleep. I just might make an obscene gesture or two, to make sure they’re paying attention.

I also talked with Dr. H. about my knee pain, telling her I think it’s just weak from not working out and maybe I aggravated some scar tissue from the surgery I had when I was 18. She said if the pain wasn’t stabbing/short, I was probably right. So I’m gonna work on strengthening my calves/quads/hamstrings plus hip abductors/adductors and hope that helps righty out. Acupuncture is actually helping quite a bit, so hopefully the combination of the above with the new brace I ordered I will be able to continue C25k training next week. I’ve decided that I’m taking this week off, and focusing on the strength training and will just do walking and/or biking for cardio.

Reminder:  I’m selling coffee to raise money for Crohn’s and Colitis research!

A not so restful night’s sleep

Tuesday night I was forced to had the pleasure of bringing home an apnea link device to wear while sleeping. As you can tell, I was not happy about this:

The whole contraption was awkward. I had a pulsox thingamabob on my finger and then the stupid nasal prongs digging into my nose. Tuesday was NOT a good night. I hardly slept at all because I had the apnealink device strapped to my chest… plus the chords… just not cool AT all. Supposedly I’ll hear in the next week or two if I need to do a sleep study or not. I can’t wait. Ugh. :/ Here’s a li’l video I took Tuesday night after I had the device all set up.

By the way, I know you’re all jealous of how beautiful I look in the above photo and the video below. Gentlemen, eat your hearts out.

And so it begins…

I’ve never been one to make New Year’s resolutions… to me, it’s a bit cliche. Besides, if you want to make a change in your life, why should a day on the calendar dictate when you start? When you’re ready to make the change, make it. JUST DO IT. Waiting “one more day” or “starting Monday” just gives you a crutch to hold on to — holding on to the old habits you’re trying to stop.

And yet, here I am, writing a blog post on New Year’s Day. I disgust myself.

I actually started making some changes a couple of weeks ago, but those were more for health reasons than anything else.

And my health is why I’m doing this.

I’m making a life change, and I need you all to hold me accountable, mmmkay?

Here’s a back story on the health issues I’m dealing with:

Over the past few months, my lack of energy and continual tiredness was attributed to my new work schedule – 5am to 2pm weekdays. Even though I was getting plenty of sleep, I never felt 100%. I could take a 4 hour nap after work, wake up to eat supper and then go back to bed and I was still always tired. Then, the coldness kicked in. I was always cold at work, home and everywhere else. It became the norm for me to keep my scarf, hat and coat on at work… and this was soon joined by a blanket on my lap. My skin always felt warm to the touch to others and I never had a fever. I took my temperature multiple times a day because I was convinced I had some type of infection. Why else would I be so cold so much of the time?

Conversations with family and my Twitter friends led me to wonder if something bigger was going on. Luckily, I already had my yearly physical scheduled for the following week, so I just toughed it out until that appointment.

My doctor confirmed what friends hypothesized – I probably have a thyroid problem. Numerous blood tests later, I found out that not only did I have hypothyroidism (with a TSH count of 10.2, normal is 0.4-5.0), I was also very anemic.

No WONDER I felt like death. Seriously, if I had to guess what death felt like, it would have been how I’ve felt for the last month or so.

Looking back, the symptoms started this summer… but I attributed them all to my work schedule and a changing routine. My symptoms didn’t come on suddenly – I was just ignoring them.

My doctor also suggested I get tested for sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is when you stop breathing when you sleep. Yeah, super scary. My uncle has it and I’ve heard it can run in families. Awesomesauce. Sleep apnea can also be caused by being overweight, which I am. My doctor and I decided to wait to do that testing until I have the thyroid and anemia issues under control. Baby steps.

I also had high blood pressure for the first time ever. I am about the age that my mom and her brothers all went on high blood pressure meds, so I’ve always been closely monitored. My doc thinks it could have been a result of another medication I was on, so she ended up taking me off it. Hopefully that plus weight loss will do the trick.

Can you say scary? All these problems coming at me at once?

Obviously, I need to change my life.

I’m not a skinny girl in a fat girl’s body. I’m a fat girl in a fat girl’s body. I will always be a fat girl, no matter what my outward appearance looks like. I’m an emotional eater. I eat when I’m stressed, depressed, happy. I love rich, tasty food, forget about the calories. Sometimes, it just doesn’t matter.

But now, it does.

I am committing to living a healthier life. I am committing to document my journey by writing this blog. I am committing to losing it without losing me.

I want to lose the bulky weight, the plus-size clothes, the getting-short-of-breath-when-I-walk-up-a-flight-of-stairs. I want to lose it all…. but not lose who I am in the process.

This is where you come in.

Hold me accountable.

Don’t let me lose who I am.

Encourage me when I fail.

Praise me when I triumph.

I’m not planning on making any crazy goals, like “lose 50 pounds by summer.” But, if that does happen, I won’t be upset. I just want to get to a healthy weight, no matter how long it takes me to get there.  I will be outlining my goals in a future post.

So that’s it. I’m committing to losing it without losing me, will you commit to holding me accountable?