Health Goals - Progress!
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About three months ago, I had an appointment with my rheumatologist. Nothing fancy, just my regular check-up for lupus-medication maintenance.
Part of the process is, of course, getting weighed. I don't keep a scale at home, because I think the opportunity to check your weight daily can sometimes lead to bad obsessions with it. Particularly for any teenaged girls you might (ahem) happen to have living with you. So I prefer just to note how much I weigh each time I go to the doctor.
I've known fora while years that I really-need-to-lose-weight. For my health, just as much as for the I-dislike-the-way-I-look-when-photographed reason. I tried swimming after work on and off, but it doesn't fit into my schedule that easily right now, and I sort of wandered away from it. I mean, I really don't think I could (or should) go back to what I weighed in high school or college, when my mother thought I was anorexic* and I got bruises from lying on my hip-bones. But weighing half-again as much as I did then truly isn't acceptable either. That weigh-in three months ago was the last straw.
So, I rearranged my eating habits a bit:
Started eating breakfast instead of just drinking coffee.
Laid off the soda (almost) entirely. Easiest calorie-reduction plan ever.
Tried very hard not to have late-night snacks. (Still trying - this one is a tough sell for my tummy - but I've improved.)
And, I started walking. Trying for 30-45 minutes every day. I usually walk during my lunch breaks on campus. Bonus incentives -
radcliffe usually joins me. And it's an excuse to expand my parasol collection - walking at noon in Kansas is a hot proposition.
Results so far - When I went back to the doctor on Tuesday, I weighed 20 lbs less than I did the last time. Hooray!
*For the record, I was definitely NOT anorexic - ask anyone who used to go to dinner with me back then. I just never sat down.
Part of the process is, of course, getting weighed. I don't keep a scale at home, because I think the opportunity to check your weight daily can sometimes lead to bad obsessions with it. Particularly for any teenaged girls you might (ahem) happen to have living with you. So I prefer just to note how much I weigh each time I go to the doctor.
I've known for
So, I rearranged my eating habits a bit:
Started eating breakfast instead of just drinking coffee.
Laid off the soda (almost) entirely. Easiest calorie-reduction plan ever.
Tried very hard not to have late-night snacks. (Still trying - this one is a tough sell for my tummy - but I've improved.)
And, I started walking. Trying for 30-45 minutes every day. I usually walk during my lunch breaks on campus. Bonus incentives -
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Results so far - When I went back to the doctor on Tuesday, I weighed 20 lbs less than I did the last time. Hooray!
*For the record, I was definitely NOT anorexic - ask anyone who used to go to dinner with me back then. I just never sat down.