On weight loss...
I used to be teeny. Really. Before my transplant, I topped out at about 98 lbs. (That's about 45 kilos for my metric buddies.) So yeah, itty bitty.
Once I had the transplant and got put on all the meds, I gained a ton of weight. Lots of weight. And I kept it on for seven years because I kept telling myself crap like "It's just the medicine." (It was not the medicine. It was the fact that my taste buds all of a sudden started working again and I turned into a hog because food tasted WONDERFUL.)
But then I got determined and I started making an effort to lose weight. I gave up anything with the words 'high fructose corn syurp' in it. I watched my portions. I made a concentrated effort to quit snacking so much and went out of my way to park really far from places so I'd have to walk more.
I hate physical activity, so I have to force myself to do it. Knowing that I'm paying forty bucks a month is what keeps me going to the Y. I'm not wasting my money. It's mine. I worked for it.
The end result was that after seven years of being quite chubby, I lost a good bit of weight. And I was proud. I was so very proud.
And darn it if the meds that Dr. B has put me on after getting out of the hospital has not made me gain almost every bit of it back.
So now I'm back in "determined weight loss" mode. I will eat healthy. I will not snack. I will not use my medicines as a crutch. I will lose this weight. I did it once and I can do it again.
And I have taken my first steps today by selecting the bottled water option from the office soda machine rather than choosing a sugary soda that's loaded with calories.
So why have I spent the past ten minutes glaring at my water bottle and thinking "B-chan, you moron, you just paid a dollar for WATER."
And it's going to irritate me all day long.
Once I had the transplant and got put on all the meds, I gained a ton of weight. Lots of weight. And I kept it on for seven years because I kept telling myself crap like "It's just the medicine." (It was not the medicine. It was the fact that my taste buds all of a sudden started working again and I turned into a hog because food tasted WONDERFUL.)
But then I got determined and I started making an effort to lose weight. I gave up anything with the words 'high fructose corn syurp' in it. I watched my portions. I made a concentrated effort to quit snacking so much and went out of my way to park really far from places so I'd have to walk more.
I hate physical activity, so I have to force myself to do it. Knowing that I'm paying forty bucks a month is what keeps me going to the Y. I'm not wasting my money. It's mine. I worked for it.
The end result was that after seven years of being quite chubby, I lost a good bit of weight. And I was proud. I was so very proud.
And darn it if the meds that Dr. B has put me on after getting out of the hospital has not made me gain almost every bit of it back.
So now I'm back in "determined weight loss" mode. I will eat healthy. I will not snack. I will not use my medicines as a crutch. I will lose this weight. I did it once and I can do it again.
And I have taken my first steps today by selecting the bottled water option from the office soda machine rather than choosing a sugary soda that's loaded with calories.
So why have I spent the past ten minutes glaring at my water bottle and thinking "B-chan, you moron, you just paid a dollar for WATER."
And it's going to irritate me all day long.