I’ve been out of whack for the past week: Sleeping in, missing breakfast, forcing myself to wait for lunch to eat something, having dinner at a terribly late time… Summer vacation has wrecked my schedule and as a creature of habit, this is really really bad.
The sleep [Glorious, Glorious Sleep] has been nice, but I’m also getting that ‘sleeping too much’ feeling and it bothers me. I’ve always been a midnight to seven sleeping cycle. It’s just right for me, not too much, not too little.
During the school months, this is easy to maintain because I have to get Maia up and ready for school. Surprisingly, she’s a very good ‘get up and go’ kinda kid. Drowsy, but capable of function without the whining. I expect this not to last but I’m enjoying it while it does.
July is rushing up on us and I’m sitting here going “AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGHHH!” because I know I’m not ready to start another lifestyle change yet. All things considered, I have done a lot up to now. I was completely latent less than a year ago, eating whatever the hell I pleased. I was 267 lbs.
I realized then that ‘diets’ and pills, and bullshit gimmicky stuff wasn’t going to do for me what I needed it to do. So I pulled up my [very] big girl panties and decided it was time to change my lifestyle. This was a pretty big deal; the doctor said my blood pressure was REALLY high, and to cut back on the red meat. I cut it out entirely and don’t regret it. Chicken, Turkey, Fish, Pork. I still have options, they just don’t include ground beef or steak. I can still go to fast food places and get their not-red-meat options— but I don’t eat out hardly at all.
January 1st of this year I celebrated 4 years of no soda/caffeine, that particular lifestyle change has been with me for a while, until I learned something else that’s really important. “Moderation in all things: Deprivation and excess will not grant happiness.” I also learned that I’m ADD and need some caffeine to calm down at times, so when I do have a soda I always make sure to drink twice as much water.
After moving across country in October, dad signed me up with his gym. He pays for it, bless him, since I can’t; we work out together and we enjoy it. The past couple of months both of us slacked off a good bit, but that was mostly because we had work and life to deal with. Not a good excuse I realize, but when you’re hitting 100-105 degrees a day, working outside and begging for death just to get relief… The gym is the last thing on your mind.
The good news is: The lifestyle changes have worked. I’m 209 now, according to the Walmart scale, and 224 according the gym’s ancient doctor scale [guess which one I’m more inclined to believe.]. Personally, I don’t give a damn about the numbers. It’s nice that they’re going down but I like what I see on me better than what I see on the scale. My BMI is still 37. my BMI used to be 46. Yeah, ouch.
So now with me planning Weight Watchers for July, I’m wondering how it’ll help. I already eat well, I’m active, I eat constantly but in small portions, I drink tons of water, and I rarely eat out. I’m not sure what counting points will do for me, but I want to give it this month to find out. My aunts have had great success with it, and Gina too. I guess I better get in gear and put my sleep cycle back in order so the rest of me will fall in line.