Now I need to decide how to attack the weight issue.
I've had success with Weight Watchers in the past. I've also had tremendous success with diet pills, but I'm not going to go that route this time. I always wind up gaining the weight back (and then some), plus I don't want to mess around with this high blood pressure.
I think I will track my food intake starting tomorrow, and go to a WW meeting the next one that opens up. (I live in a small town, and we don't have a lot of days/times to choose from.)
I am ready to take the next step toward a healthier me!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Doctor, Doctor
Went to the doctor today for the low-down. I'll have complete blood testing this week for things like cholesterol, blood sugar, etc. Today my blood pressure and pulse were high (BP: 156/106; PULSE: 104). That is classified as Stage 2 Hypertension, so I'll start medication for that today. Incidentally, here are the stages of hypertension (high blood pressure): Normal, Prehypertension, Stage 1 Hypertension, and Stage 2 Hypertension.
The doctor also gave me some general advice about healthy living and eating. Nothing revolutionary, just those practices I haven't yet made habit. I'll go back in three weeks to see if the meds are working.
The doctor also gave me some general advice about healthy living and eating. Nothing revolutionary, just those practices I haven't yet made habit. I'll go back in three weeks to see if the meds are working.
Monday, August 30, 2010
First Step
In addition to the normal junk that comes with being overweight, I have a family history of diabetes, high cholesterol, and heart disease.
My cousin, who is still in her 30s, recently had heart surgery. And she's thin! So my mom called me, worried and insisting that I go to the doctor for a checkup. I was hesitant at first, because let's face it, who wants to have someone in a white coat lecturing you about rules and lifestyle changes and all that. Still, I went ahead and made the appointment, figuring the lecture would be better than keeling over and leaving my kids without a mom.
The appointment was set. The lecture is tomorrow. I'm actually kind of curious what my stats will be. It will be a good starting point to watch my progress. Oh, yes, there will be progress!
My cousin, who is still in her 30s, recently had heart surgery. And she's thin! So my mom called me, worried and insisting that I go to the doctor for a checkup. I was hesitant at first, because let's face it, who wants to have someone in a white coat lecturing you about rules and lifestyle changes and all that. Still, I went ahead and made the appointment, figuring the lecture would be better than keeling over and leaving my kids without a mom.
The appointment was set. The lecture is tomorrow. I'm actually kind of curious what my stats will be. It will be a good starting point to watch my progress. Oh, yes, there will be progress!
Fat Hair Day
Hello, my name is Charlotte and I'm fat.
That's right, you saw the F-word there. I'm not thrilled about having it describe me, but it happens to be true right now. Now, I'm all for empowerment and body acceptance and all that, but to be honest I'm not healthy. I recently turned 40, and I feel older than that. I'm tired and cranky and out of shape. So for me, right now, being fat is not working for me.
I never have anything to wear because I don't want to buy clothes in yet another size up. I have a daughter who picks up on this, and I don't want to pass my issues down to her. Thus the name of this blog, "Fat Hair Day." When she was about 3 years old, she watched me struggling to zip my pants as I glared at myself in the full-length mirror.
"What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked.
"Just having a hard time this morning," I replied.
"Oh, I see," she said. "You're having a fat hair day."
That's right, you saw the F-word there. I'm not thrilled about having it describe me, but it happens to be true right now. Now, I'm all for empowerment and body acceptance and all that, but to be honest I'm not healthy. I recently turned 40, and I feel older than that. I'm tired and cranky and out of shape. So for me, right now, being fat is not working for me.
I never have anything to wear because I don't want to buy clothes in yet another size up. I have a daughter who picks up on this, and I don't want to pass my issues down to her. Thus the name of this blog, "Fat Hair Day." When she was about 3 years old, she watched me struggling to zip my pants as I glared at myself in the full-length mirror.
"What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked.
"Just having a hard time this morning," I replied.
"Oh, I see," she said. "You're having a fat hair day."
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