I got my first weekly progress report from FitBit. Not bad, if I do say so myself. I've been working really hard on shedding the weight and getting my strength back. Ultimately, I'd like to be strong enough to do Christmas in NYC again. I haven't done it since before my accident, and it's one of my favorite things to do. It's all walking though.
Showing posts with label weight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weight. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Fawn
I saw this this morning and I can totally relate to it:
Chris says that's giving my grace too much credit, dick.
Monday, May 23, 2016
A Different Person!


Saturday, May 7, 2016
Diets are Bullshit!
Diets are bullshit.
Yes, that's right. I said it, and I'll continue saying it.
As an over-weight woman with auto-immune disease and metabolic issues, that's continuing to lose weight, I'll still say it.
Diets are bullshit.
Now, don't get me wrong. I have nothing against being plus sized. If you're happy with your body, health, and the weight you're at live and let live! Shine on. But if you're unhappy and trying to shed some pounds, dieting is not the answer.
This is how Google defines a diet:
Friday, May 6, 2016
Go the Fuck to Sleep!
Today hasn't been very exciting. Chris woke up feeling better after being sick for less than a day. I'm still fighting it off on day number four. I'm almost back to myself though.
I did my regular chores around the house and a little bit towards my organizing projects. There was plenty I should have gotten done, but I just didn't feel like it. I have a billion messages on the answering machine I need to return. I totally forgot about my port flush appointment and missed that yesterday so I have a concerned message from the infusion nurse.
Ports should be used at least once a month. Which was easy peasy when I was getting monthly infusions. Now I get two infusions every four months, so if I'm not getting labs drawn I have to schedule a port flush to keep the works from getting gummed up. When I first got my port in it was constantly clogging despite constant heavy use. My body was just not a fan and kept trying to 'heal' it. It's been working famously lately though. Sitting around for a few hours waiting for Activase to hopefully work isn't much fun. Nor are the nosebleeds I usually get afterwards.
Ports should be used at least once a month. Which was easy peasy when I was getting monthly infusions. Now I get two infusions every four months, so if I'm not getting labs drawn I have to schedule a port flush to keep the works from getting gummed up. When I first got my port in it was constantly clogging despite constant heavy use. My body was just not a fan and kept trying to 'heal' it. It's been working famously lately though. Sitting around for a few hours waiting for Activase to hopefully work isn't much fun. Nor are the nosebleeds I usually get afterwards.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Frail, not Whale!
Ugh, one of my friends shared this meme tonight. Everyone's quick to chime in and laugh.
Everyone that isn't affected by this on a regular basis that is.
Being chronically ill has taught me a great deal in life. One thing is to be kind in judging others.
We all judge. It's a fact of life. I've learned to not be so quick and harsh in my judgements, and if I cannot be kind in a needless judgement, to be silent.
My diseases greatly affect my ability to get around. Multiple sclerosis affects my balance, gait, energy level, and my heart. Rheumatoid arthritis makes my joints feel like glass is crunching inside of them with each movement.
A little less than a year ago I had hundreds of blood clots in my lungs and wasn't supposed to attempt shopping after I was released from the hospital for months. I did it anyways.
And I did it without the assistance of a scooter. Much to my husband's dismay.
Why? Because people are fucking assholes. I would rather struggle walking through a store half dead, struggling to breathe, with vertigo issues and extreme pain than deal with all of the fucking assclowns that are going to stand there and judge me for being a 'lazy whale' because I just so happen to be overweight as well.
Forget the fact that I've lost over fifty pounds this year, or that my weight is a result of my diseases and medication.
All that you will see, is that I am fat and on a scooter. Nothing else will matter. You will judge me, and I will be that lazy whale.
The pain of that judgement is so disheartening that I would rather physically hurt and endanger myself while buying a gallon of milk, than accept the assitance of said scooter.
So next time you laugh and share a post like this take a second to think of all of your friends and family that may be struggling with a similar issue. People you may never see use a scooter for assistance. People that really should, but refuse to out of shame.
People that struggle due to your cruelty and judgement.
Maybe one day I'll live in a world where people won't laugh and whisper because my body betrays me and I need help, but today sadly is not that day.
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