Humbled and grateful…

To say this has been a difficult year so far might just be an understatement. In November of last year, Larry and I celebrated our 36th anniversary. An accomplishment on its own for a couple that would appear mismatched to the world.

Three days after his 83rd birthday in December, Larry had a heart attack. I now know why it is called the silent killer. Larry has COPD, his only symptom…shortness of breath. This wasn’t really a symptom of a heart attack for him, just an indication of a COPD episode. Of course, he refused to let me take him to an ER, and toughed it out until we went to see his pulmonary doctor the next morning. One look and the doctor called an ambulance which drove him literally across the street to the hospital. By mid-afternoon he was diagnosed with a heart attack and steps were being taken to get him stable. What was hoped to be a short stay, ended up as a month in ICU, three stents, a pacemaker and a tracheotomy so he could breathe with a ventilator. Not to mention the two incidents where he almost bled out and a midnight call to come back to the hospital immediately not knowing if he was alive or dead. The man is a fighter. He is tough and determined.

On to the LTAC (long term acute care facility) where he was weaned off the ventilator during his three months stay but about three weeks ago something happened and he was put back on the ventilator. No one knows exactly what caused it but he did seem to have some mild “seizure” like fit, shaking every morning for 3 to 4 days. A step back indeed. He developed another infection which is resistant to many different antibiotics and they are still trying to find the one(s) that will work.

The battle has been uphill with good days, bad days and horrible days. But there are still days, and that’s what counts. We had to move Larry to a skilled nursing facility this week because he had used all his days at the LTAC Facility. My goal (and I know it’s his) is to get him to the level he was before he had his heart attack. Will we make it? God willing. But the one thing that I do know is that I’ve been humbled by the love of my friends, by the support of strangers and by the power of Prayer.

No matter where this journey leads us, I wouldn’t be able to handle it without all of the hugs, calls, email and prayers. I am truly blessed.

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The first 7,776,000 Seconds…

Oh My Goodness, a whopping 7,776,000 seconds, which turns into an amazing 129,600 minutes.   Those minutes are really 2,160 hours or the equivalent of…my first 90 days.  When I think of it that way, I feel as though I’m accomplishing something BIG!  All those millions of seconds that I could have been maintaining my old habits, or creating even worse ones, have been focused on changing my bad habits and changing my eating life style.

All those seconds…minutes…hours…days reflect my first 90 days on my RenuU Health Plan.  I’ve blogged along the way; you’ve seen the downs (and the ups 😦 that have happened during my journey) and I’ve reached what I consider a milestone.  Ninety days on the program.

I’ve discovered foods I love, foods I’m not so crazy about and foods that I can’t quite figure out why they exist on the face of the Earth.  But one of my biggest discoveries was that so far, it hasn’t been that difficult to stay on the plan and move forward.

As I reflect on the past 90 days, I realize a lot has changed in my life.  Thinking back on my first visit, I was excited and scared, not sure what was in store for me.  Knowing some of my friends had seen amazing results I was determined to follow the program and do what my coach, Joann Cooper, suggested I do.  But let’s face it, I also know how I work, I seem to sabotage myself when it looks like things are working.  This time had been different, I was determined and before long I realized it was time to go get weighed and measured.  Deep breath…

So there I was, wearing the same clothes I wear every week for my appointment (wouldn’t want to weigh in something that was heavy).  Sometimes it seems as though that scale has a scowl on its face as I prepare to step on it.  Maybe it’s just my vivid imagination but I detected a smirk today.  Deep calming breath…one step forward and up onto the scale, close eyes, release breath and eeek…weigh.

7,776,000 seconds = 129,600 minutes = 2,160 hours = 90 days and here are the results:  Total weight lost 27.5 pounds; 19.5 inches.  I am so excited. I can’t believe it!  I still have more weight to lose but I can go forward a little more invigorated and with renewed dedication!!!

Until next time…

Oops, I did it again

It happens, your body doesn’t cooperate, you feel sluggish, you eat healthy and drink your water but nothing 😦  No weight loss.  I get off the scale, get back on.  No change, the same down to the ounce.

I decide to sneak up on it, maybe if the scale doesn’t see me coming it won’t know it’s me and the weight will drop.  No such luck, no change, no weight loss.  It HAS to be the scale, right?  After all, I’ve eaten my veggies, I’ve weighed my meat.  I’ve been such a good girl.  It must be the new scale…it’s defective.  There, I feel better.  I have a defective scale; I’ll just head back to Target and tell it that I haven’t lost any weight since I bought it so therefore, it’s defective.  After all, they say perception is reality and my reality is that my scale is defective :-).

Ok, I didn’t take it back but I did scour my food logs and look for a mistake I was making.  It just seemed to be one of those weeks.  I head to RenuU to get weighed and measured.  Trying to figure out how to tell Joann that I had totally followed the program and zip, no weight loss.  In fact on the way over I feel like I’ve gained (amazing the tricks your mind can play!)

The moment approaches, her scale looms before me and then…yep, zip no new lost weight.  BUT I’d lost an inch.  Go figure!  So far, 22 pounds and 14 inches!

Until next time…

NOTE:  As you can probably tell, I write these blogs after I’ve been weighed and measured and analyzed so instead of me repeating this same blog for the next week, suffice it to say that I had the same experience for TWO more weeks.  Didn’t lose one pound of weight BUT in that period of time I lost a total of three inches.  So the grand total so far?  22 pounds, 16 inches!  I’m only a week away from being on the program for 90 days.  Let’s see what the future holds 🙂

Did You Ever Wonder…

Where does that fat go when you start losing the weight?  As I mentioned last week I’m back on a roll!  I had managed to lose the half-pound I had gained plus 3 more pounds and 3.5 inches.  It was nice to feel normal and continuing the weight loss.  But I began to wonder…where does that fat actually go?  That began my quest to find out…

The answer, it seems, was only a Google away.  I found several articles that not only answered my question, they gave me much more information than I needed, or wanted.  But the fact is it goes away.  Here’s an article that makes it fairly easy to understand in case you are interested, http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/body-fat/AN01327.

So now that I know what happens, I think I’m more determined than ever to get rid of this excess fat that’s been hanging around most of my life.  I think the last time I was at my “ideal” weight, was when I was going to my 10 year class reunion.  And to protect you from doing math in your head, I won’t give dates. 🙂

Onward and downward, this week the total lost is a total of 22 pounds and 13 inches.  I’m feeling good and getting excited again about the changing shape of my body!

Until next time…

It’s All Good – Whew!

I realize that I moaned and pouted and stomped my feet over gaining a half a pound and going up a half-inch in my waist and a half-inch in my arm last week BUT I’ve dried my eyes, sucked it up and this week when I got on the scales…what a surprise!

Weight fluctuates; your water intake increases and decreases.  You eat more fibrous vegetables one day and less the next, you have an early dinner one night and a late dinner the next.  I do understand how this happens.  However, it can be discouraging when you think you are on a roll and you get stopped right at the next level!

Last time I vowed to lose that half-inch in the waist so my jeans didn’t hurt when I zipped them up.  Well, I didn’t do that…yet.  It was still the same BUT there was other good news. First I LOST weight and I lost the half-inch in my arm plus a half-inch in my thigh!  Better than I ever expected!

How am I doing so far?  The results this week:   3.5 pounds, and 2.5 inches, what a difference from the week before!  Now, my total loss since I began 7 weeks ago: 18.5 pounds and 13 inches.  I am one happy camper ladies and gentlemen!

Until next time…

I Gained What?????

Six weeks into the new program and WHAM!  I gained weight.  That’s right, weight AND inches back.  Now how on earth did that happen?

I was good; I promise I was good, really good…well sort of good.  If I’m going to be perfectly honest…and isn’t that what this blog is all about…I think I might have eaten a few ounces more of that sirloin strip than I should have (but it is hard to tell exactly how much it weighs when there’s a bone in it!) And, it had been Valentine’s Day and I had to fix dinner for my husband and me so we didn’t go out and spend money on food I shouldn’t eat, right?  Have I made enough excuses yet because I am perfectly capable of coming up with some more.

Actually, this is a very natural occurrence but it just drove me crazy to think that after all that hard work I had gained weight and inches.  The solution?  Joann suggested that I take an enzyme that would help me digest the beef a little easier.  I thought that was probably a better solution than what I used to do — which was drink a Diet Coke allowing the acid in the drink to help me digest the meat better.   I have no idea if that worked, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Reality is that I only gained a half of pound and one inch (half an inch in my stomach but what’s with the half an inch in my arm????) and it’s only temporary but you can be sure of one thing…I WILL get rid of that half inch in my stomach cause baby it hurts to zip up those smaller size jeans!!

Final tally – 15 pounds and 10-1/2 inches!

Until next time…

Hi-Ho Hi-Ho, It’s Down a Size I Go!

Ok I admit it; I’m a week behind in my blog, so let’s start with last week.  Five weeks down and yippee finally a size down in clothes!  Actually, the skirts downsize came easily, in fact they are getting a little too big on me now.  It was the jeans.  You know the ones, those jeans that have been in the closet for at least 5 years waiting to see if I could ever get them on again.  Taunting me, making fun of me, letting me know that I had gained weight, that I couldn’t get them over my hips much less zip them.  They were only there to be a reminder of what used to be (or more realistically, a fantasy that I would get back into them on the way down to a smaller size – which sizes also reside in my closet).

Well, I showed them!  HA!  Not only did I get them over my hips… but…I couldn’t zip them.  For the past 2 weeks I have been trying them on hoping to be able to get them buttoned and zipped.  Any woman that has washed their jeans in hot water knows the routine.  Lay on the floor (or bed), knees bent, suck in your stomach, quit breathing…try to zip.  If that doesn’t work, repeat above BUT lift your tush off the floor/bed, suck that stomach in harder and zip.  Neither method worked for me L

For those of you that are old enough, remember the “dickey”? (And for those of you that don’t it’s a small fabric insert worn to fill in the neckline of a top of what was once considered showing too much cleavage).  I figured I might become famous if I could invent one for jeans.  One side has a button and one side has a button hole…attach to jeans and the 6-inch gap that needs to be closed suddenly disappears.  Unfortunately, I haven’t sewn since high school so I couldn’t see that happening.  Best laid plans and all…

So, what happens?  Suddenly a week and a half later, voilà!  ZZZZZZZZZIPPPPPP!  The jeans are buttoned, the zipper is zipped and while I might not be able to take really deep breaths yet…I’m finally down a size in my jeans!  What a great feeling!!

Being curious, I decided to find out just how much I needed to lose to go down a size.  What I found was interesting.  I had always heard that once you lose 10-15 pounds down you go.  But if you are more Rubenesque (like me) you have to lose more inches than if you were smaller to start.  If you want to know more about the why, check out this article:  How Much Weight Do You Lose Before You Change Sizes?

Anyway, I am totally delighted that I managed to zip those jeans and I’m going to make sure that they eventually fall off as I can go down another size!  At five weeks it’s 15.5 pounds and 11.5 inches.  WooHoo!

Until next time…