If We Were Having Coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d catch you up on how I’m feeling. Some days I’m really good, other days I do fine until the first stomachache hits. Diverticulitis sucks, and I’m not kidding. It sucks the life right out of you and makes you dependent upon having a restroom nearby, not to mention an understanding family while you moan and groan in pain until the latest bout passes. I was on two antibiotics and had to come off of one of them. The levofloxacin was affecting my joints and tendons. I could hardly move. I was so stiff and so sore I could barely walk. I felt 88 instead of 58. I called the doctor after seven days on it; I just couldn’t stand it any longer because it got a bit worse with each passing day. The day after I stopped it, the pain had receded but I was still stiff. Today I’m more myself. I can at least move around (I even did a bit of dancing). I’m still not eating very well (I’m afraid to as most things don’t stick around long). I’m down twelve pounds in a month.

I saw the primary care doctor yesterday; actually I saw my son’s doctor – what a nice man. He went over the results of my CT scan, and since (in addition to the acute diverticulitis) they also found two non-specific “bone islands”, they are obligated to follow up on them. I have to have a nuclear medicine bone scan (they’ll inject me with radioactive material to see if those bone islands are actively growing). If they are, I’ll need a bone biopsy to see just what they are. Chances are more likely that they are nothing, but they have to test and make sure. They are two very small spots – one of the top of my right thigh bone and one on my left pelvis bone. I had my flu shot while I was there, and my blood pressure was “textbook perfect”.

I’m working hard on getting healthy again. I’ve been passing my time quietly, trying to rest and get well. I’ve done quite a bit of reading. I cracked myself up the other day. I’ve definitely become a Kindle convert. I had a novel in paperback that I wanted to read so I picked that up instead of ordering the eBook version. I found myself doing the stupidest thing – tapping the page instead of turning it when I finished reading the page. I’m so used to doing that on the electronic reader that turning a paper page has become foreign to me.

I also finally gave in to temptation and got a new iPhone. Yes, I know Apple is rumored to release the iPhone 8 soon, but I also did some research and discovered that new model because it’s going to rely on Samsung’s screen technology is going to cost $1,000. That’s too rich for my blood just now. I’ll wait until the prices come down in a year or two. I’ve had an iPhone 6s for three months short of two years. It was a great little phone. I didn’t go for the Plus version when I bought it because I didn’t want the big phone. I gave in yesterday and got an iPhone 7 Plus. I love Apple and how seamless they make switching devices. Everything was backed up to the iCloud. I only lost a few text messages that I sent/received during the day yesterday. Everything else downloaded just fine – the screens were even set up just as they had been on my old phone. With Apple, all you have to do is go into each app, log back in, and you’re up and running. I only had two apps I had to delete and reinstall – WordPress and the Nokia Health Mate app. I also had to reinstall my iWatch, but that downloaded just fine from the backup from the day before. So far, so good with the phone. The size difference will take a little time to get used to; it may no longer fit in my pockets. It doesn’t fit into the cup holder in my car. It’s slightly bigger than my husband’s Droid phone. The graphics/screen are amazing, so much brighter than the 6 was.

I’ll close with a couple of squirrelly photos I took with the new phone. They’re not too bad considering I took them through a screen.

Coffee and book images courtesy of Pinterest

 

Forward Momentum 

I wish I was brave enough to give you my numbers. Maybe when I’m farther along and want to brag about how far I’ve come, I’ll do that. I’ve spent the past week learning how to behave myself again. I know the routine; I just have to buy into it again.


Unrelated image, but banana twinkies. Dear God, why???  Ewwww. 

I started and stopped Weight Watchers this week because points don’t work for me. I went back to using my Lose It! app and counting calories, and I faithfully logged everything that went into my mouth all week long. I put exercise back into my week. Because I’m fat and arthritic and have been having health concerns, I’ve taken it slow, but I am moving again. It feels great to be held accountable again. 

I know that sounds weird, but I’ve always been a checklist sort of person. I like to have a to-do list and check things off as I do them. It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. I currently have two apps I’m using for tracking health-related items. I’m using Lose It! to track food and exercise (calories in and calories out), my measurements, weight and blood pressure. It ties to my Fitbit to track my steps, too. I use the FOOD mySymptoms app to track my sleep patterns, medications I take and other bodily functions (it was originally used to track my IBS-related symptoms). I like that I can use it to easily track my medication doses to ensure I don’t miss them or forget them. 

My most recent weight-in at home was Wednesday, October 5th. I was trying to prepare myself for my doctor’s visit the next day. I knew it wasn’t going to be good when I got onto my doctor’s scale. I was weighed mid-morning at the Doctor’s office on October 6th. Her scale read one pound higher than the reading I’d taken at home. Because I like to weigh in first thing in the morning, I re-weighed myself Friday, October 7th to get my first at-home early morning tracking number to give me a starting point. It was three pounds less than it had been at the doctor’s office, and (Yes!!) two pounds less than it had been two days earlier at home. 

For my first week of my new lifestyle, I’ve been faithfully weighing and measuring food portions and tracking my intake, drinking lots of water (thanks to the new blood pressure medicine my doctor so kindly added – yes, that’s sarcasm, folks) and increasing my exercise. The new medication is a diuretic (water pill) meant to deal with fluid retention and lower my blood pressure. I weighed in again today (for my weekly weigh in). 

I’m down three pounds from what I was one week ago at home and 6.6 pounds less than I was at the doctor’s office. My first week is usually a big drop. Most of it is water weight loss, and that’s certainly true in this case because of the new pill. 

I feel a bit better. My knees are not so achy, and my clothes are not strangling me so tightly. I’ll take it and work hard to continue to progress. The hard part is the forward momentum.  


Quote from Pinterest

It’s a Shame 

Shame on me

I’ve let me go

Shame on me

Things ache so

Shame on me

My weight is high

Shame on me

My clothes are tight

Shame on me

I put me last

Shame on me

Can’t get fit fast

Shame on me

It starts today 

Shame on me

What else can I say?


Yes, I let myself get out of control again. I care for others but not so well for me. I’ve been thin. I know how wonderful it feels. I also know how hard it is to maintain. 


Maybe I should set a goal. I lose a certain number of pounds and I put a new tattoo at the base of my thumb – right where I can see it before I put that junk food in my mouth – to remind me not to! Maybe it should be the word, “NO!”

It’s a thought anyway. 


Images courtesy of Pinterest