Are You What You Are Or What

It’s funny how once I stumble, I use it as an excuse to fall flat on my face and lie on the ground feeling sorry for myself. Did I say funny? I meant pathetic. 

I’ve been backsliding with all my might, doing it with zeal, shouting, “fuck you, me!” I didn’t post my menu or my weigh in because I didn’t make a menu or weigh myself. I’ve been eating restaurant food despite the fact that my budget has been screaming at me and begging for asylum. What in the actual fuck is my problem?

This is not the time for excuses. This is the time for action. 

As of today I weigh 284. I gained back two of the pounds I lost and am at an overall loss of two pounds.

I had my thyroid checked a few months ago and I was actually hoping I had hypothyroidism. I have many of the symptoms and it would explain so much. But my numbers appear normal, so it’s back to the drawing board.

For the remainder of the week, I’m going to be eating tuna over a salad for dinner. That was meant to be my lunch all week but I’ve been eating takeout. I don’t want the vegetables to go to waste. 

I really dislike writing about my failures, but I want to be  honest if nothing else. 

I need to get my body moving. A friend suggested yoga and I think that’s an excellent idea. I’m going to look through YouTube for beginner’s yoga. I took a belly dance class and the instructor had us do yoga as a warm up. After one of the steps, I felt all my stress leaving my body and a sensation of peace so powerful that  tears came to my eyes.

I really dislike exercise videos with fast dance steps that I have to memorize. I always end up marching in place. Which is strange because I adore Just Dance and can play for about forty five minutes. I guess the exercise videos I’ve used are lame. I’ll stick to the Wii and yoga. I need to do something to make me feel good.

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Frat Bro Dream Girl

Last night I did an experiment. I laid still in bed and listened. Sure enough, my bed was squeaking. It had been squeaking while I played a game on my phone which I thought was slightly unreasonable. It only takes one finger to play Bejeweled Blitz you know. You don’t have to be so dramatic, bed. But it continued even when I did nothing but breathe. Was I shaking? I consulted with the internet and it turns out I don’t have Parkinson’s, multiple sclerosis, or lupus. I might have a condition called shaking-bed-itis. Or I might be a paranoid asshole with a cheap bed frame. I like to think there was a mild earthquake (that only I noticed because I’m so super special and important). A forty five minute one.

I’ve actually broken a bed before. Twice really, but the first time I weighed one hundred pounds less than I do now and it was sex related, so that doesn’t count. The second time, I had a wooden bed frame. For a couple of weeks before the incident, my bed creaked every time I got on. I ignored it for some reason, maybe figuring that was just what wooden beds did. A friend came to visit and spent the night. My friend was roughly my size but quite a bit taller. Deep in the night I woke up to a sudden horrid CRACK and the mattress then dipped down on the left side. We got up and sorted ourselves out. We rearranged the remains of the bed so that the mattress and box spring were on the floor. All of the rumbling woke up my mom who texted me, “What’s all that noise? Is Sofia cleaning?” Implying that cleaning was needed. Also implying that my daughter, perhaps five at the time, would be more likely to clean than either my myself or my friend. Pretty clever jab for it being the middle of the night, I have to admit. The bed, under warranty, was repaired and broke again in the same spot two years later. I threw it out.

Being obese has led to some strange and sometimes humiliating situations. I took a bowling class in college to fulfill a kinesiology requirement. I couldn’t bend over to put on the bowling shoes. Well, I could have, if I’d unbuttoned my pants. I was unwilling to do this so I slipped the shoes on and then contorted in all kinds of unattractive ways to tie them. I wore stretchy elastic waist pants to bowling from then on. For my second kinesiology class I took weight lifting. This was much more fun than bowling. You know how some women are afraid to weight train because they think they’ll bulk up and it’s complete bullshit? Well it’s not bullshit at all in my case. My muscles were born to bulk. I don’t mind though. I took weight lifting in high school with the same result. I was leaning on the desk at work one day and a co-worker poked my arm and then demanded, “what the hell is that?!” Followed by more jabbing and squeezing. He was amazed at the hardness of my arm and I was proud.

After graduation, I went back to school for my master’s. I decided to take advantage of the gym and even hired a trainer to help me get the most of my workouts. She encouraged me to get on the stationary bike. It was tall, I’m short, and I expressed my doubts. I worried it would tip while I mounted it. She cheered me on and helped me up. I rode two happy miles before moving on. My tailbone (and really my entire body) ached later. As the soreness wore off, my tailbone hurt even more. I figured that was the price to pay for putting 286 pounds of pressure on one small bone, on the bike. Three days later I was in terrible pain. I thought I’d fractured it, and as there’s nothing to be done for a fractured tailbone, I suffered on. On Sunday it began to bleed. I decided to go to the ER where I was surprised to learn I had a fever. And a pilonidal cyst. And a staph infection. I was on antibiotics for a month before it healed. Had I not been obese, I wouldn’t have thought my weight caused me to fracture my tailbone. I would have gone to the Dr sooner. Maybe. I still have a lump so I’m aware it could act up at any time.

I clipped my toenails the other day for the first time in forever. My daughter’s father was fond of saying that I could climb trees with the claws on my feet. Clipping them was difficult and I did a shit job.

I’m really not proud of all this. Getting it all out is so much better than holding it in, though. I don’t want to go through any of this anymore. Eating at home is good for me but I need things to move along a little faster. Time to get drastic.

Impatient Twitching

Making all my meals from scratch is harder than I anticipated. I guess I should re-word that. Finding the motivation to get off my ass and research healthy and inexpensive meals has been difficult. Fighting off twenty years of bad habits has been difficult. Willing myself to clean up after baking bread has been a downright battle. The actual cooking part is pretty much delightful. Especially when my daughter gives the meal her seal of approval. I am pretty damn pleased with myself for knowing and controlling the sodium content of almost every meal. I gloat to myself that, after I’ve cooked and deboned a whole chicken, I’ve divided the meat into half pound portions, then labeled and frozen them. I feel conscientious knowing exactly where my money is going. Do I fall off the wagon? Sure. Sometimes I can’t resist the call of the honeybun. But for the most part, I’m doing pretty darn well.

I was hoping this new way of eating would induce a bit of weight loss. I’ve seriously dieted (is that a word? Swype seems to think it isn’t) twice before. Each time, it was the ketogenic diet. If I could afford it, I would still be doing it. The diet is very low carb with the goal being 25 grams of carbohydrates a day or whatever amount of carbs you can consume and still be in ketosis.  The state of ketosis is when your body, unable to use carbohydrates for energy, begins using up your fat. I can’t provide a scientific break down of the process, but it worked quite well for me. My carb limit was 75 grams. If I stayed at around 50, my results were even better. I lost 26 pounds in six weeks and brought my fasting blood sugar down to 79 at its lowest. The drawback for me is that it requires eating plenty of meat or protein sources. Protein is expensive, if you eat it for all three meals, daily. Unless you commit to eating eggs all day. I could not. Maybe there is a way to be frugal on a keto diet, but I couldn’t figure it out. So as much as I loved the dramatic results of keto, I’ve abandoned it for now.

I don’t know why, but I’m weird about weighing myself with people in the house. As soon as I was alone, I raced to the scale. (Yes, fat people can be quick.) In my heart of hearts, I was hoping for a miracle. Outrageous numbers flashed through my mind. So I stepped on and moved the scale to my previous weight, 286. Hooray, that was too high! I inched the levers down until they balanced. 283.

Ok. I can live with that. Granted, I’m used to the first week miracle of keto, where I’d lose nine pounds. So I was slightly disappointed. But I think a slow weight loss, using home made food that is easy on the wallet,is not too shabby.

283. Still super-morbidly obese? Yes. There actually isn’t a higher weight classification than that, which depresses me slightly. If I can manage to lose 10 pounds, I’ll be classified as morbidly obese. If I lost 65 pounds and weighed 218, I’d be plain old obese. Should I lose 120 pounds and weigh 163, I would be overweight. That amazes me that I am this heavy. I could lose an entire woman and still be overweight. If I lost 157 pounds, my weight would be normal, at 136. Even if I lost 178 pounds, my weight would be in the normal range, although I can’t imagine weighing 104. Damn, I feel like I should’ve made a chart for all that. As a consolation prize for having read all that, here’s some more reading!

BMI Classification

Normal: 19-24

Overweight: 25-29

Obese: 30-39

Morbidly Obese: 40-49

Super-morbidly Obese: 50+

Here is a link to a BMI calculator:
http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/guidelines/obesity/BMI/bmicalc.htm