Jun 172015
 

I might have mentioned this previously on the blog, but I can’t remember. Hell, I am getting old. So…

This year I’ve had several issues and injuries. Re-occurring foot pain that was a mystery, a back injury, a cold that lasted 3 weeks and just wouldn’t heal, weight loss that was non-existent. It was all very frustrating and annoying.

What was also frustrating was the attitude I was getting from healthcare professionals. My regular doctor, the RD I spoke to, the physical therapist I saw…whenever I talked to them about whatever issue was going on and I wasn’t seeing results/progress, they dismissed me with a simple statement:

“Well, you are 35.”

Michael even told me that his back issues started when he was 35 (his exact words “welcome to 35″).

Apparently somewhere between being 34 and becoming 35 in January, I crossed over into some weird land where whatever ails you is the result of being this age. I had no idea that simply being 35 years old could be the diagnosis for whatever is wrong with your body.

Your metabolism is slower and you aren’t losing weight. You’re 35.

Your body isn’t healing from a mysterious injury as fast as usual. You’re 35. 

Now, I get it. When you do age things change, your body slows down, you’re not quite the same as you were when you were 25 years old. I get it. But really? There’s that much of a change between 34 and 35?? I never “felt my age” physically before now.

When I was on vacation with my cousin Anna, I warned her. Whenever she complained about something I said “Just wait, you’re going to be 35 in a few months. It’s over.” It became the running joke. Slightly hung over? You’re almost 35. Your hip hurts? It’s because you’re 35. Just give up now, man.

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In all seriousness, when this started happening to me a few months ago I began to feel an deep-seated anger in my belly starting to rise and build. I wanted to shout to these doctors, “REALLY?! THAT IS NOT A DIAGNOSIS. Do your job for reals.” It was lazy medicine. It was “I don’t have time for you and your problem”. It was dismissive and it made me angry. I’m sorry but no, that is not the end-all-be-all to every problem. Maybe if I was 80 years old, but not today, not now. I am determined to fix myself. I will not let what ails me just get worse because some stupid doctors don’t want to bother.

Another thing I noticed recently was the phenomenon of becoming invisible.

Is this also attributed to becoming 35 years old?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been walking down the street or something and someone bangs into me because apparently I’m in my invisible cloak. The other day at the gym I was lying on a mat down my PT exercises and a dude STEPPED OVER ME. Like I wasn’t even there. What the hell? Maybe I really AM invisible. And no one told me. Because they can’t see me.

Can you see me?? IS THIS THING ON? tap tap tap

Anyhoo. Apparently I’m having a midlife crisis.

Well, I am 35. So right on schedule, right?

 

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Dec 022014
 

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When I got back from Hawaii I weighed myself. If you saw my recent post, Weight Loss is Humbling, I admitted that the original weigh in hadn’t been accurate and I was heavier than I thought. I admit, it depressed me. I cried a little bit at the shock; I was angry at myself for letting it get that bad; I was kicking myself for not weighing myself EVERY WEEK since getting back. Had I done that, I would have caught the inaccuracy quicker and probably could have righted the ship sooner, too.

After the shock on the scale I started doing a few things:

I measured my food. Even salad dressing. For years I eye-balled a lot of stuff and it worked for a long time. But clearly I need to measure right now.

I ate fruits and veggies for snacks. I was already eating fruit as a morning snack during the week. But instead of some of the other not-so-healthy snacks I had been eating, I switched to eating raw vegetables and hummus (the hummus was portioned control packets from Costco).

I ate lean proteins, vegetables and salads for dinner. I told Michael that I wasn’t going to be eating pizza or “unhealthy” things for awhile. While we only ate pizza once a week (usually Friday nights) and it was Papa Murphy’s deLite pizza (low in calories), I didn’t want to eat a food that used to be a trigger for me. Besides, there are better choices I can make while I’m losing this weight.

I limited alcohol. Being on vacation I got a bit lazy with my liquid calories. Now I’m limiting it to Friday and Saturday nights only, and 1 glass of red wine. It’s not a huge deal to limit that for me but where I struggle is social events. We went to a Halloween party and it was difficult to not drink, for example. I wanted to have fun like everyone else!

I’m trying to limit candy. My downfall, always. Candy is where I struggle. Chocolate. Candy. Halloween candy. Baked goods at work. Sucks! But I’m doing my best to limit what I take in.

No Nog! At least until December 1st. I love eggnog. I know it’s an either love it or hate it kind of thing but I love it and usually buy it when it first arrives in the grocery store–somewhere around mid-November. This year I am waiting until December. I usually buy the light version but still, that’s a lot of calories. Waiting is a good thing. It will still be there…. :)

I’m also weighing myself once a week, even though the natural fluctuations on the scale stress me out. After seeing the shocking number on the scale, I weighed myself four days later and saw a small loss, so that was encouraging.

More Progress

Week One – Lost .08 pounds

Week Two – Didn’t weigh myself (PMSing!)

Week Three – Lost 1.8 pounds

Week Four – Sick! Weight stayed the same though

Week Five – Up 1 pound

Week Six – Thanksgiving…whomp whomp

PSA: Do not weigh yourself the day after Thanksgiving. For several reasons…first, it will just be discouraging. That can lead to feeling like giving up. Second, it might not be an accurate weight. Give it a few days, THEN step on that scale.

I’ve also been going to the Warrior Room consistently since being back from Hawaii. Getting back has helped me a LOT with my Runner’s Knee issues. The hard part is that I tend to gain weight at the Warrior Room. People tell me not to worry about that because it’s muscle, it’s my body composition changing, the number on the scale doesn’t mean I’m fat…blah blah blah. I’m still concerned about the number on the scale and dismissing it as “it’s muscle!” doesn’t really make me feel any better. So sure, while my body has become more muscular and I’m seeing some definition in areas I’m still focused on getting that number back under 150 pounds and I’d like to see my muffin top disappear.

One thing I noticed was that I think part of my problem coming back from vacation was I didn’t make the mental shift to “losing.” I’d been in maintenance mode for so long and could really eat whatever I wanted (in moderation) and not see a blip on the scale, that when I started to try and lose weight I wasn’t creating a deficit with my calories. That’s required for LOSING weight and I was comfortable back in maintenance mode where I ate all of my calories. Nope, nope, nope. That’s not how it works. A major DUH moment but yeah, you have to make that mental shift to LOSING.

This process is going much slower this time around. Stay tuned. I hope the next update is a little more positive!

 

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