Hey, thanks for joining me on what is sure to be an epic adventure.
I am just your average American, morbidly obese, smoker, cheese aficionado. Well, maybe not the last part, but I sure do love my cheese.
I am starting this because I am super bored of Facebook and need something to do while I heal. Sure, I could read, and I do, but I want to start something that can encourage others to get out of the trap of the Standard American Diet and inertia that seems to plague our nation.
I wont get political on here, but more people die in the US from obesity than from gun violence. That blows.
So what do you do about it? Aside from channeling the spirit of Michelle Obama, I honestly don’t have a clue. I hesitated to even start because of an old adage that I have always lived by: Never take weight loss advice from a fat person. Kind of like: if you need stitches, look for a person with scars. I don’t presume to know what I am doing, but I want to chronicle my journey. I know that if I keep at it I will get there.
I started by trying Whole30 a few months ago. It was stupid and expensive. I tried joining Facebook groups to get support and all I got was “where did you get compliant ______?” (my _____ was not compliant because I cant afford that shit). I did the best I could with what I had, but in the end I ended up gaining a pound so I said Fuck IT and had a beer. Then I tried a few other things that didn’t work either. Lots of disappointment, while my scale kept creeping ever upwards. Maybe I was only half assing it, maybe it could be one of my meds.
Don’t really know, but during the midst of this my psychiatrist wanted blood work. It came back with SUPER high triglycerides. OMG, I am becoming a statistic. I am well on my way to cardiovascular disease or a stroke. Way to go stud. I am not even 37 yet and I am a goddamned statistic.
Now it’s not like I didn’t see this coming on. I cant fit into XL leggings anymore (they don’t really make 2X leggings) and my tops are 3X. I don’t like pants that button. I get winded doing simple chores. I cant put lotion on my feet comfortably. I could go on, but that would be depressing and that is not what I am trying to do here.
When I went in to visit with my GP after getting the blood work back she put me on the Mediterranean diet and gave me six months to get my numbers down or I have to get on a medication. I take psych medications because I have psych issues, but that is where I draw the line. I am not going on a statin. I am not adding another medication to my regimen. I have the ability to turn this shit show around.
None of this happened because I lacked support and guidance. My beloved sister has been gently riding my ass for months to drop some weight. A few months before this a good friend asked me if I would do an obstacle course race. I enthusiastically signed up and a friend of hers graciously gave me an at home training program which I procrastinated on due to hitting a very bad low with my depression. I didn’t want to give up on the race, after all I spent quite a bit of money on it, plus momma didn’t raise a quitter. Also, last time I checked I still think I’m in my 20’s.
Race Day: I am not even to the first obstacle and I’m winded and having pain in my lower back. This type of race allows you to skip obstacles without penalty so I skipped a few. But after a while I started feeling better, moved past the pain in my lower back and the more obstacles that came my way gave me opportunity to slow down and catch my breath. I am feeling like a warrior. I may be going slow, but I’m still moving and most importantly, I feel alive again.
Then comes the zip line. I watch all these women go ahead of me, some of them nailing the bell at the end, some of them not. Well who am I to pass this up, I know I wont ring the bell, but why not see how far I can go. Plus I want to splash into the pool of water that awaits.
Well when I fell I landed on my straightened right leg. So like damn near 300 lbs on the knee didn’t feel good. In fact, it broke my tibia. I put my approximate weight down because I don’t want to discourage people from attempting something like this. It was fun, it was bad ass. Sure, anyone can fall wrong, but I have a feeling I wouldn’t have broke my leg if I was 100 lbs lighter. Despite being laid up now for over a week I don’t regret doing the race, I regret not training before hand. Reality check: I am not in my 20’s anymore.
So here I am living with my grandpa because I cant drive or really get around my house. I am not the strong independent woman I pride myself on being. Live and learn.
Some of the lessons I have learned from having a broken leg so far:
- Time management. It takes longer for me to get places on crutches.
- Gratitude. Not everyone has family that they can rely on.
- Easy does it. It was the tortoise that won the race and moving quickly hurts right now.
- Crutches give you an excellent upper body work out.
- Diet is very important when you cant move.
- I have the opportunity to come back from this, not everyone is so lucky.
Now that I have shared a little bit about what brought me here, I want to close with where I want to go from here.
I have already signed up to do the same race next year. I am working on a plant based diet. I have Couch25K downloaded on my phone so I can start training for real once I get the ok from the Orthopedic doc. I am doing a race to support NAMI in October. I also want to try a triathlon next year. I have big plans that I want to set in motion. I want to feel like I did out on that course before I hurt myself. I want to feel alive again.
Please don’t take any of this as preaching. I’m doing plant based diet because my doctor recommended it for me. If you do Keto – fucking awesome. I really like racing. Maybe you do yoga. Any way you can make improvements to your health should be celebrated. You do you boo.