Crazy Week!

I’m back down to 4 pounds lost since my doctor’s appointment, bringing my grand total of weight loss thus far to 11 pounds. Need to keep plugging away at it.

In the meantime, my week was interrupted by an earthquake, and I’ve got a hurricane coming to deal with. How was everyone else’s?

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“Facepalm – Because expressing how dumb that was in words just doesn’t cut it.”

How’s It Coming?

Progress is slow of late. Last week, I stepped on the scale to see myself down 3 pounds, only to step on it this week to see myself having gained 2 back. I’m not too worried, for I have a feeling I know exactly what it is.

As far as actual “stuff” goes, that’s a bit better. Spent a good portion of this afternoon in my office sorting through old files that ought to not have been kept, and tossed and/or recycled a *whole* bunch. For instance, the four (count ’em, 4) very old Yellow Pages. I’m sorry, but I don’t need to have the Yellow Pages from 5+ years ago. This counts, right?

Random: Why does it always decide to start raining right at 5 o’clock? *ponders*

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“How’s it coming? Slower than I expected, but faster than humanly possible.”

More than Weight to Lose

And something to gain too, while I’m at it.

The first half of my week was taken up in doctor’s appointments and blood work. The results came back for the blood work. And the verdict is…

My vitamin D count is low and needs to come up.

My cholesterol is a tad bit higher than what is considered normal, and in my opinion (which isn’t shared by the doctor at the moment, mind you) needs to come down.

So, add in vitamin D, cut out foods that are bad for the high cholesterol, lose weight… anything else?

The vitamin D count needs to come up at least 11 points to be considered normal, and the bad cholesterol should come down by 20 points, and my total cholesterol ought to come down 10-15.

I should be able to tell how I’ll be doing with all this in 12 weeks’ time, as the doctor’s ordered more blood work then.

For the record, I’ve lost 3 pounds. At least that’s something, right?

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“Enough. I shall be myself again.”

Well, I’m Back…

…and not entirely pleased with what the scale said when I stepped on it. Oh well. Was I missed? I’m not as brave as Miss AO in giving out actual numbers, but I will say that I gained more than 5. Boo.

I will give more details of how the trip went later, but for now, I will say that I had a doctor’s appointment this morning and the verdict was at least 17 pounds. That’s how much I need to loose in order to be a healthy (according to my doctor’s opinion) weight. I think it’s reasonable, and truth-be-told, it was what I was aiming for anyway. I figured I might as well ask while I had his attention. I was glad to see that at least we were both on the same page.

And I got myself a tall iced white chocolate mocha to reward myself for it and all the other doctor’s appointments I’ve got this week. At least it was with non-fat milk and no whipped topping, right?

PS – Bonus geek points if you know where the title quote comes from…

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“I will now bring you up to speed. I know nothing. Now you are up to speed.”

40 pounds in 40 weeks

This website is the convergence of two things – inspiration and grief.

Inspiration

I was recently inspired by a friend’s daughter who set up a webpage to track her progress with a goal to lose just one pound, one hundred times.  I’ve seen the before and after pictures and she looks fantastic and has lost  58 pounds so far.

Although I don’t believe we’ve ever met, we’re sisters in Christ and she’s adopted an attitude about it that is the right one and really struck a chord with me.  She prays to learn to love the body she has and that God will help her make it stronger in order that she may serve Him better.

Wow.

I want to help her and I want to join her.  She’s right about that, and right that goals aren’t so bad when you break them down.  I’m not that good at either tracking or reaching my goals without something to motivate me.  So I thought I ought to set a weight loss goal, too.

Grief

Sadly enough, my Grandma passed away July 8th of this year, the sale of her house closes this Thursday, it was was sold in order to pay for her stay in assisted living when we thought she had years, not weeks, ahead.  My brother and I spent part of our bereavement leave cleaning out her basement.

My gran lived modestly on a meager penchant and social security.  She lived through the depression and wasted nothing and saved probably too many things.   None of it could go to heaven with her, of course, and it was difficult to move so much stuff during such a hard week.

I have far more possessions than she did.  Many of these things are things I don’t need, things I don’t use, and things other people would be glad to have.  I could sell them or donate them.  When I lived in an apartment, I simply got rid of what I could not store.  I now have a basement and a spare bedroom.  After my housemate moved out and got married, it has become my clutter dumping ground.  These things should not weigh me down and I won’t be taking any of it with me, either.

The last month and a half  when she deteriorated and after she died, I let myself go.  I did everything you shouldn’t.  I ate out, I ate emotionally, I did not get enough sleep, I ate much of what the neighbors brought over, I did not exercise and I packed on ten pounds.

Here I am, the heaviest I have ever been in my life with more junk than I know what to do with.

So, here’s what I’m going to do.

I’m going to be rid of 40 pounds in 40 weeks.  40 pounds of me and 40 pounds of stuff out of my house.

A pound a week, I think I can do that.

I’ve talked to a friend and she said she’d do it with me, and her mom might join us for the 40 pounds of stuff to be rid of.

I’ll pick up a measuring tape this week and record my measurement and weight tomorrow.  Then I have to figure out how to let her blog on here, too.

I’m thinking of posting “before” pics, but I want to minimize internet stalking.  I think I have to photoshop them into silhouette or do something or neck down.