So I went to the doctor today to get some blood work done. I was expecting it to be fairly routine. Then again, since when is going to the doctor ever routine with me! First off the good news, my blood pressure was 106/52 and my temp was normal. YAY! Then again those are always good so I wasn’t really worried. Next my pulse was 82, well yeah, I just walked from the waiting room, got my blood pressure taken, a thermometer shoved way down the back of my throat. I would expect my pulse to be a little faster than normal. Here’s where it starts to go downhill. I have a fantastic doctor. She’s not the type to come in and spend 2 minutes with you. She will sit and talk to you for however long it takes to get any news out of you and she’s never disappointed with me. One of the questions she likes to ask is, “Have you experienced any nausea, headaches, or dizziness?” I like to answer honestly so of course I said yes. I explained that there had been a few mornings that upon rising I felt sick to my stomach and dizzy. Sometimes I get shaky if it’s been a while since I’ve eaten. Apparently, none of that’s good. So for the next 3 months, I have to monitor my blood sugar to make sure it’s not dipping to low. Ok fine, I can live with that, better safe than sorry after all.
The next part is where it really steamrolled downhill. She’s been gently telling me that I have to lose weight. Duh, working on it. Ok ok so the last few weeks I haven’t really been tracking my food and yes I was up a little since the last time I saw her but overall I’m still down from where I started. That has to be a good thing right? So I explained to her that I had temporarily stopped walking or biking for fear of mutant leg getting any bigger. The surgeon had told me that even if I lost weight it wasn’t going to get smaller and if I kept working it would get bigger since the fascia had been cut and there was no longer any way to keep the sausage in the casing (his words not mine). So anyway, for fear of having a small leg and a big leg and thus ruining any chance I ever had of wearing skinny jeans and heels, I quit working out. Shockingly enough, she didn’t buy that excuse and told me to start working out again. In fact she went on to challenge me, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it, to lose 50 pounds by the time I see her again on November 3rd. So in 97 days, I have to weigh 50 pounds less than I do now. So I did some figuring and learned that I would need to lose .52 pounds a day in order to make this happen. YIKES! or is it?
So .52 pounds a day means I need to burn 1820 calories more than I take in per day. That sounds like a lot until you think that I can cut between 700-1000 of those per day by sticking to my allotted calories of 1200-1500 a day. Furthermore, I usually burn 600ish on my walk/jog/runs. That only leaves me 220ish to burn through other activity. That is not going to be hard at all. I realize that as I lose weight those burn rates will change and I’ll have to adapt but at least I have a good starting point. If I can lose 50 pounds by November 3rd, I’ll be very close to my goal weight of …(like I’m going to tell you!)
Anyway, it was a roller coaster visit and I guess I just needed to decompress on here and get all my thoughts out. I’m going to try to blog about this more often so I can keep myself accountable. Time to go dust off my Livestrong.com account.
Sorry this is so long, just need to spill my guts. 🙂 BTW, anyone out there who wants to embark on this journey with me is welcome. You are even more welcome if you live in the CY-Fair area and want to get up early in the mornings and walk around the park with me. 😀