After a great day with my second graders yesterday, I had to dedicate today to the Parkway “shuttle”. That is, I had two appointments within 4 hours and it seems as if I spent today in the car.
The first appointment was with my physician. The awful cough, evidently, was a benchmark of a sinus infection. Now I am on the road to recovery from that lousy bug. Never mind that the pollen is so thick, and the physician admits that it is playing a role, but it’s my Philadelphia sinuses that are basically screwed up.
The second appointment was the dietician. After two months, I am down eighteen and a half pounds. It’s coming off slow and steady, which, I know, is how it should be. Jim has also lost about the same amount as me. We had participated in a health fair on Saturday and both of our cholesterol levels are down, reflecting the change in out diet. As Jim would do anything to avoid medication, he was elated with the results.
So for now? We are going to keep on keeping on. Stay tuned to how the sixty and over crowd make out with getting some health on the right track and shedding the pounds
Finally, I am home. It was a good day which was busy. Busy is good. Busy equals movement which keeps my metabolism going. In short, it keeps my hand out of f the cookie jar…lol.
I am gradually adding a small amount of dried fruit to help keep me going. Today, I put some dried cranberries. I am conscious of sugar in dried fruit, and know too much is bad. It is just a little to add some flavor pops in my meal. I also have walnut halves to add some good fat into my diet.
The day, academically, was awesome. I try to be kind to the students, and I get good behavior in return.
I was a math teacher who additionally taught two classes to autistic students. It was great to see when I made some headway with them. The only lousy part about today? I slept poorly last night.
Between the exercise of walking Kasia further, school and counting carbs and calories, I am officially down 12 1/2 pounds.
Take the picture above. Where Jim and I go out for dinner on Thursday nights, they have introduced this roasted red beet salad which is delicious. Six months I wouldn’t have thought so. Incredible what accountability will do.
The dietician looked at me as though she didn’t think I would do as well as I did on the scale. Easy to do, when you are tired of lugging the extra inches on your body.Our appointment today gave us a few ideas on trying twists in the menu to keep us satisfied and keep up our good work.
So we are going to keep on keeping on. This appointment marked one month since the initial appointment with the dietician. I’m going to keep doing what has been working for me, and not kill myself, as I realize that an almost 60 year old body goes slowly in some areas. Fortunately, there is no race. My body is happy, and I intend to keep it that way!
I was working the register today for 5 hours and had swarms and swarms of vacation folks coming in from the ocean and pool to buy liquor, snacks, lunch and dinner.Of 100 people I waited on,98 had low blood sugar because they were crankier than hell.
The killer was a mother daughter duo from upstate Pennsylvania who were doing food shopping for the week, They are here for the first time for a girls week of vacation. Well, I guess they really are “on vacation”, as they spent $612 in groceries.
What are they, feeding an army?
I marvel as I ring up ding-dongs and Gatorade and wine and gluten-free and low-calorie and mallomars and goat cheese and velveeta and wonder, is there a dietary rationale here? Have they gone off their diets and yet the Fresca is to appease their conscience? Oh yeah, and did I mention that they throw in a bunch of kale to make it look like they are going to juice?
All I have to say is I wonder what they buy when they are home.
The diet has been Utz pretzels,wonton soup,ginger ale,and,later sprite. Yesterday, I added banana,wheat thins,and apple sauce to the mix.Yum.**not**..lol.
It is bizarre for me to even not want to think about food, but that has been the way of late.My kind neighbor actually made us a pot of turkey noodle soup, as we have unfortunately been reached the sharing the bug with your spouse phase.
The bright side, if there is one,is I haven’t seen this weight in a while.
This is not the way to do it, though, and I sure don’t recommend it.
For the first eight years of her life, I had fed Zush Pedigree dry small bites or weight control formula.Then,when Kasia joined the family, we decided to try Beneful dog food.The girls enjoyed it, along with an occasional mooch off of me or treat.
Now,especially off the past month,there has been a lot of mention that Beneful is killing dogs and there is a class action suit in California.It is a two-edged sword, as the girls like beneful but I also love them and want them around.
For the past two days I took what information my fellow dog moms have sent me and also went on-line looking for healthy foods that wouldn’t kill my girls.I found a list of the twelve most recommended foods for dogs that didn’t have questionable or un-American ingredients**read chicken or beef from China** and ended up with Nature’s Recipe dry dog food.So far, mixed with what little was left of the Beneful, Zush has stepped up and ate it .Kasia hasn’t been too hungry so far tonight.
It’s an irony that I have to worry about what food is out there that might be killing my girls. I am indeed selfish that way-I want them with me as long as possible. In turn, I shudder to think of what Jim and I have ingested because of the deregulation of human food in prior years.
Yeah, well,it’s not necessarily an obsession but that magic number 10,000 from the Fit Bit Zip haunts me. Really. I know that if I didn’t think about it, I’d probably make the 10,000 with no problem.
The weekend threw me for a loop. I struggled to make my 10,000,but I did.I have seen various articles that sing the praises of house-walking.Ok, no problem.When the weather got single digit, I figured no problem.Somewhere, around the 100th time I walked around my kitchen island, I thought to myself I was losing my mind.House walking is fine when you have a big house.In a house with 1350 square feet, it gets kind of tough.Sure,I make a route so I don’t make myself dizzy.My girls look at me like, “Please don’t step on me, Mom,” and I don’t.Jim encourages me because I am down 22 pounds since Halloween and I am still eating.
Maybe I have to rearrange my furniture to make a house-walking route…hmmmm…we’ll see if that’s do-able…film at 11.
Old age is not for sissies. I read this all the time.
I walk my dogs, take an exercise class, eat lighter now that it’s warm out.
I am in pain.
I thought it started as sciatica, but it stopped traveling and the hip just hurts.I waver between icing it or taking an anti-inflammatory, but I am afraid it’s going past that and medical assistance might be needed.Of course, I really don’t want to pay an orthopaedic man $30 to tell me I need to drop some weight. I KNOW THAT.
I need to lose this pain.
Stay tuned to this blog for the medical update of dancing in the world of medical co-pays, referrals, and hopefully, pain relief.
So I have gone back to exercise class after the break.
I have decided to tweak stuff a little more: I am adding heat to my diet! They say that your metabolism, when you are over 50,may need a little help, and upping your intake of spicy food might help.Taking one tiny step for me, I had jalapeno cheese this morning.Granted I know I am going to have afterthoughts about eating this, but I figure you have to start somewhere.
Ate popcorn for dinner last night as we came up to the city. About 6 hours ago, got severe stomach spasms, which my primary has interpreted as gastritis. Pain is pain, so whatever it’s called, I ‘m not a fan. If I had been hungover, at least I would have had a measure of pleasure….
Oh yeah, dinners under 500 calories…great article for me, right? After all, I subscribe to their magazine….you know, the one that is screaming “The Chocolate Issue”!!!!
50 Brownie recipes
chocolate chip cookies, chewy, crispy and more
win chocolate for a year
and, least I forget, chocolate covered EVERYTHING( like bacon,complete with a picture of chocolate covered bacon)…..
Now, I know I am a big girl and everything and you are not a light recipe magazine ( I mean, come on now, the new darling of the diabetics, Paula Deen and her Mile High Pie on the cover), but can’t there be a happy medium somewhere?
…Well, since Mom isn’t here, I have been trying to help my brother Bob get seen at Pennsylvania for his knee, which is killing him. He didn’t realize that when, God forbid, it would come to a chance of surgery, the Doctor wouldn’t touch you until you lose the weight. Bob is morbidly obese. “How am I going to lose 100 pounds in a month?” I told him you aren’t necessarily having surgery, and at least they would get you started on the road to healing your knee. Stay tuned for this one.
…On the other hand, there was NOTHING worth blanking out my brain on Sunday night more than the Kardashians. Having gone through the week I went through, I could only snicker at their drama. It’s making public television look like the only way to go.
Here’s hoping we all have a little less drama this week………( outside of the beauty of this dramatic picture)
Who is going to benefit from my effort? Hopefully ,my health.
I lost 45 pounds 5 years ago, and things were going good.
Then Mom got sick, my knees started hurting, care-giving was wearing me away, and suffice it to say, although I didn’t gain all of it back, I do feel that I’d probably feel better . I belonged to the Trevose behavioral health system , whose premise is calorie counting, period. You start with a set amount, say 2000 calories, for a few weeks. As the new weight falls off, then you start to wean off, and say move down to 1900, or then 1800.
The mountains of Halloween candy are all given out, and baking is, right now on a hold. Still trying to keep Mom’s ship afloat and that’s taking a little out of me.Unfortunately, due to past cancers and antidepressants, I feel like I am taking Pez in the morning as I try to swoop needed meds into me. To me, that is proof this body is getting older. Maybe it is time to pull up my big girl pants and respect this body.
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