Posts Tagged ‘goals’

One Hundred Minus Fifteen

January 28, 2016 1 comment

Today marks day 100 of my weight loss journey. I was pleasantly surprised by hitting one of my goals today: 15 lbs gone, hopefully forever.

I started my journey on my 45th birthday. I had an ultimate weight goal in mind, which would take me back to my weight around the time of my first marriage. That meant I had at least 100 lbs to lose. This was not going to be easy.

In 1992, I was a fairly healthy young woman. That’s when my body turned against me. I developed a medical condition called Meniere’s Disease, which causes vertigo, tinnitus, and hearing loss. It took 14 years to finally get a definitive diagnosis. During those 14 years, I struggled with mobility, because it’s difficult to be active when your world is spinning more often than not. That lack of activity also brought about weight gain. By 1995, I’d gained about 20 lbs. Not a huge amount, but because of my body’s small frame, it made me look chubby.

In 1996, I became pregnant. Naturally, I gained weight. I ballooned another 30 lbs. I wasn’t terribly worried about it, because I knew that once I had the baby, I’d lose weight. Or so I thought. I struggled for over a year, just to lose 5 lbs. I was mortified. I’d been experiencing severe migraines at the rate of about 1 per week. In addition to the vertigo, I was laid up for 1-2 days at a time because of the migraines. The only thing I could do to control my weight was diet, because exercise was something I was rarely capable of doing.

Fast forward to 2004. I’d learned how to somewhat manage the vertigo, and was learning how to do life with migraines that were getting worse by the year. I got a part-time job at Walmart, as a cashier. I was on my feet 2-3 nights a week, walking around a lot. 3rd shift cashiers don’t just stand at the register all night. We were responsible for so much more, which meant walking for several hours, and countless miles. I never did buy a pedometer back then, but I estimate I walked at least 5 miles every night I worked. I ended up losing about 30 lbs in six months. I was ecstatic. I could do this! I could get myself healthy again. Maybe it would even help with the migraines.

Then I injured myself. I slammed a shopping cart into the back of my heel. I thought I’d just bruised it, and it would heal in a few days, and I’d be back to normal (or what passed as normal for my body) in a week. But that didn’t happen. The pain became worse every day. Each step I took was excruciating. I was missing more days than I was working. I went to the ER, where x-rays were taken of my foot. That’s when the bone spurs were discovered. The shopping cart had broken off a piece of a large bone spur, and the broken piece was “floating” around inside. The spur was under my Achilles tendon, and every time I stretched it with normal movement, the floating piece was cutting through the tendon, and rubbing against the bone. The pain was unimaginable. I was sent to a podiatrist, who said there was a surgery that could be done, but he wasn’t willing to do it at that time. I went on a Leave of Absence from work. I never returned.

By 2008, having been unemployable for at least 2 years, I had gained back all of the weight I lost, plus more. I went to another podiatrist when I started experiencing the same type of pain in my other foot. X-rays revealed another bone spur, nearly identical to the other one (minus the broken piece). He agreed that surgery was absolutely necessary. I had surgery on one foot. I was immobile for 2 months, then had to re-learn how to walk on that foot again. It took 4 years and another 25 lbs to get to the point where I could go through the same surgery on my other foot. I was ashamed by how much weight I’d gained. The 2nd surgery had to be done in the hospital instead of the outpatient unit, because I’d gained so much weight, it wasn’t safe for me to be put under anesthesia outside of the hospital.

A year after the 2nd surgery, I had to have another minor surgery on the same foot, to repair a problem. It’s been 3 years since that surgery, 8 years since the first surgery, and I’m still struggling to walk like a normal human being. There’s a good chance I will never walk normally again. I have accepted that. I have accepted that the Meniere’s Disease is permanent, and that the migraines probably are, too.

What I have never accepted was the amount of weight I’d gained over the years. All told, I gained 106 lbs between 1992 and 2015. I am determined to lose it, no matter what it takes! I can’t walk every day. I can’t ride a normal bike outside. I tried joining the YMCA in 2014 to swim, but it didn’t work out, for various reasons. I knew that diet alone wasn’t going to get the weight off. We don’t have the money for a gym membership or diet plan like Weight Watchers. I started researching ways to lose weight, with so many things stacked against me.

I found an app for my phone. MyFitnessPal. I downloaded it, learned how to use it, and committed to doing what I could. I logged everything I ate. I downloaded a second app for my phone to record my exercise. MapMyWalk. I bought a new digital scale to replace the ancient, malfunctioning analog scale we had (and discovered I was 5 lbs fatter than I thought I was!). I bought a digital food scale, and I now weigh everything I possibly can, so my calorie intake can be as accurate as possible. We found an exercise bike through a local FreeCycle group. And lastly, I bought a used FitBit Flex from a local yard sale group.

I ride my exercise bike for at least 30 minutes a day. I distract myself by playing a game on my phone, or by watching tv (usually Biggest Loser). By the time I’m done on the bike, I’m in an excruciating amount of pain. Both of my feet hurt, my back hurts, my knees and hips hurt, my butt hurts, my crotch feels like it’s on fire. But I haven’t gone one day in the past 100 days without riding that bike. And it’s paying off. I’m losing, on average, about a pound a week.

The best part is that I’m doing this on my own. I don’t have a trainer*. I don’t have a dietitian. I don’t have a gym. I don’t have much physical ability. I have many physical disabilities. But I’m doing it. BY MYSELF. And it’s hard. I won’t lie, this has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. It’s also slow. I know it will be close to 2 years before I reach my goal weight. I still have a lot to learn. I know I will have to change many things in my diet. But I’m determined to be healthy and beautiful again.

15 Pound Badge

Earned January 27, 2016


* If Jillian Michaels wants to come train me, I’m more than willing to have my ass kicked by her! 😉


10 Pound Badge

Earned January 6, 2016

5 Pound Badge

Earned November 18, 2015



April 30, 2009 2 comments

I’ve been taking a hard look at my life lately, and I’ve come to the realization that I know enough to know that I know so little. A concept that makes me feel much older than I really am. I’m not having a pity party, or being down on myself; I’m just taking stock of my life so far. Unfortunately, there’s not alot to take stock of!

I have many talents and dreams, but I’m not sure where this life is taking me, or what I should be doing with myself. I can do a little bit of everything, but I’m not very good at any one thing.

~ I can write code for basic web pages, but I can’t do complex programming.

~ I can navigate around any program and even teach people how to perform basic tasks, but sometimes the most simple thing is hard for me to wrap my head around.

~ I can do basic car maintenance like changing the oil, filters and tires and fix minor problems, but if our car breaks down, I have no idea how to get it running again.

~ I can build things with my own hands, but nothing that’s of any value to anyone but myself.

~ I can cook some basic meals without burning the house down or causing anyone to suffer food poisoning, but most of the time I have to ask someone else for help when it comes to anything that doesn’t come prepackaged or out of a box.

~ I’m a voracious reader, and can string together enough sentences with the proper spelling and grammar to convey my thoughts, but I don’t have the ability or discipline to write the novel I’ve always wanted to write.

~ I’m a good parent, and always try to do right by the children I love so dearly, but I’m always second guessing myself, or wishing I’d done something differently, because I don’t feel they’ve had everything I wanted for them.

~ I know what to eat and how to exercise to lose weight, and yet I keep gaining weight.

~ I have great accounting skills and am proficient at math, but I don’t have a clue about how to invest money or live better than paycheck to paycheck.

~ I can take a decent picture, and can edit pictures to look even better, but I don’t have the knowledge or equipment to take a spectacular picture.

~ I’m a good listener, and can give some great advice to people, but the thought of listening to people whine about their lives for a living gives me a headache.

~ I can teach people how to do some things, but have no desire to work in a teaching capacity, especially when it comes to other people’s children.

~ I can tell a few jokes, and keep a few people at a time entertained, but public speaking makes me a nervous wreck.

~ I can carry a tune and will sing in front of my immediate family, but karaoke with friends requires at least one strong alcoholic drink.

~ I love doing all of these things, but I don’t have the passion to focus on any one of them in particular.

I’m wondering: where in this world do I belong? Am I destined to just float along, doing many things inadequately or in an amateurish fashion? Is there a place for someone like me? How can I turn my many likes into a passion for just one thing?

I have to admit, I’m envious of people who excel at one thing, and can make a living from it. I was one of those people who graduated from high school not really knowing what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to work with computers, but that’s about it. I was raised to know that I could do anything I wanted, but never quite given the skills to do any one thing … I was taught a little bit of everything. I know that, somewhere deep down inside me, there’s someone else fighting to get out, but I question if that person even knows what they want!

I know that after my health problems are taken care of, I’ll want to be out there in the world, working for a living, contributing to the life my Husband and I have made for ourselves. But I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing! I don’t want to go back and work as a cashier for the rest of my life. I know I don’t want to be at the end of my life, looking back and wondering what exactly it is that I did with my life. I know I have it in me to do something bigger and better.

… but I don’t know what.