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I didn’t (and usually don’t) make New Year’s “resolutions,” per se. And because I’m stubborn and overworked and frequently shiny-squirreled in about a gazilion different directions at any time, it usually takes me a while to get on any given bandwagon.
Ever since Weight Watchers stopped supporting the little fitness doohicky I was using a couple of years ago (hence why I cancelled my subscription to the WW site) I’ve been using a Fitbit Flex. Love the little thing. But despite its amazeballs interface (including the ability to track food–HELLOOO–free of charge right there IN the fricking app, suck it, WW) I was sort of hit and miss about tracking my food intake. One of the things I do love about it is the ability to see my sleep patterns, since problems getting into and maintaining a deep sleep are tied into my fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome (and which amplifies my pain levels).
Add to this we’ve had a REALLY wonky bathroom scale. It was, admittedly, a cheap one, digital, but you could stand on the little bastard three times in succession and it’d literally give you three different answers.
Because Hubby’s in Medicare now and there’s some sort of Silver Sneakers program he’s in, they gave him a free digital scale and it e-mails him updates and adds info to his online account. Problem is, it’s one of those that you can ONLY use it for one person because it syncs to your account, and not via bluetooth, either. It’s like the old Kindles, that kind of thing.
So, fuck it, I ordered me a new digital scale, and that little bastard is bluetooth, and syncs to my Fitbit account, and the Apple Health app, among others, and can do up to 10 people (but we only have the two of us so that’s kind of overkill), but that’s beside the point. (It was on sale for $30 less when I got it, but it looks like the price has gone up as of writing this post.)
I naow haz techie scale.
And you’d better believe I strip all the fucking way down to full nekkid and wait to weigh myself until after I poop.
Over the holidays, I put on a couple of pounds despite an ongoing battle with chronic pain nausea (I’ve been going through ginger and peppermint essential oils like it’s fricking water.) because, hello, holidays. So I’m still about 26 pounds from my final goal. (Yes, I could have embraced the suck and just lived on Gatorade and cheese sticks for the past several weeks, but that’s not really healthy. I don’t recommend the chronic pain nausea weight loss plan to anyone.)
Problem is, I don’t get a lot of exercise. I do have a balance ball chair, which helps with my back pain somewhat, but I usually can’t get out to the gym to “work out” because of my pain. No, walking around here isn’t an option because we live in a rural area, on a busy road with no sidewalks.
And I can’t do cardio or heavy, intensive workouts because it’ll crash me into a flare, or it causes me more issues with my cardiac problems or with my arthitis. With the cold snaps we’re getting right now, it’s only made my pain worse. There are days I’m barely able to walk, and if I have to go out somewhere, I’m medicating myself so I can remain vertical. (No, not opioids, I can’t take those because they make me nauseous and I’m already nauseous enough, TYVM. OTC stuff, essential oils, Flexeril, and Xanax. Doesn’t take away all the pain but it’s a combo of toning it down enough I can function and not care that I’m hurting as badly as I’m hurting.)
This means, for now, since exercise really isn’t in the cards for me, I’m focusing on the other end of things, being mindful of my caloric intake, logging everything. I also picked up an el cheapie digital food scale for measuring things like the cashews I love to snack on that we buy in bulk, things like that.
But I’m making a concerted effort to plug everything–especially water intake, because I’m bad about not drinking enough water–into my Fitbit app. And I like that it tells me calories I’ve burned versus calories taken in, giving me a running total of how many calories I have left based on my activity levels.
It’s all baby steps. Especially when juggling chronic health issues. But I also know I’m not getting any younger, and the longer I wait to try to get this extra weight off, the harder it’ll be.
What kind of steps are you taking to take care of yourself? Big or small, doesn’t matter.
- What am I reading?
- Now available: Almost Gothic (Rusty and Eliza’s story)
- Available for pre-order: Empty-Handed Heart
- Now available on all sites: Love Slave for Two: Resilience (book 5)
- Now in print.