My new journey

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I’ve been absent for a while because I’ve had some changes to make in my life, not the least of which was removing a roommate from our house due to the fact she was a major cause of stress and anxiety for us. We got a puppy specifically to train to hunt and kill moles and it’s my responsibility to help get him trained. I also hit a bad bout of depression and didn’t want to do anything. So I’ve let the dust gather here and kept telling myself “I’ll do it tomorrow.”

Well I’ve started something new and with that, I’ve discovered that “I’ll do it tomorrow” doesn’t cut it anymore in some things. One of which is this blog. Another? My physical health.

If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve seen my pictures. You know what I’m working with. My goal is to change that. For those who haven’t seen the pictures (and you won’t unless we’re friends on FB), I am overweight. I don’t like how lethargic it makes me. So last week I started poking around with fitness apps and doing some walking and half-assing yoga in an attempt to figure out how I wanted to do things.

This week I posted front and side view pictures of myself on FB showing my current physical state. After that, I made a commitment to myself and to every one of my friends that I would see this through. I would achieve my goal. And I intend to follow up on that.

Tims is the main spur behind this. He’s been working on himself for over a year and has trimmed down. He says he feels better and I realized part of my depression was probably because I sit in a corner all day on my computer. With the addition of Whiskey, our terrier mix puppy (I’ll share a picture of him at the end, along with Blackheart, our new New Zealand rabbit), I don’t have any choice. I have to be up and moving part of the day.

So I decided to make Whiskey part of my motivation as well as my husband. Tims pushes me to get out of bed, do my yoga/stretches, and encourages me to keep up the good work even when I feel like I’m faltering. Whiskey gets me outside multiple times a day and I end up taking at least 2 walks with him (barring heavy rain since neither of us likes walking in that) to exercise us both. Add to that access to a stationary bike and now you have my entire fitness regime. Along with watching my diet, the caloric intake, what types of calories I’m taking in, etc., my health goals are on their way to success.

I’m aiming to drop 90 lbs. To get to my “ideal” weight as per the BMI, that would require 130 lbs coming off. Also, I’d look like a skeleton with skin stretched over it if I got that thin. Honestly, BMI is bullshit. What’s “normal” for some is far from “normal” for others. Tims, me, and the one of our roommates who is actively charting his fitness goals and endeavors with us, all prefer our personal goals and are working hard to achieve them.

My successes today: I made 2 miles total in my two walks, did 10 minutes on the stationary bike at a low resistance level (when I couldn’t even make it 5 at 0 resistance level before), and managed 20 minutes of yoga/stretching in two separate bouts. My hope is by May I’ll be up to walking 3+ miles a day and can handle a higher resistance level on the stationary bike. I also want to be more flexible.

If you’re starting something new, take it in small steps. Set easy goals at first, and then increase their difficulty as you get better at it. Keep working and, if you can, work with someone else. It makes the journey so much easier.

(No, I’m not going to fill my blog with health posts…this is just a “hi, I’m not dead, here’s what’s going on” post. I’ll get back to the stories shortly.

And as promised…

My recent adventures

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So, yes I’ve been posting little random bits of stories and yes, I’ll get back to that. But I wanted to tell you what I’ve been dealing with lately. Namely…my heart.

Back in August I started having chest pains. At first I figured it was nothing. I didn’t have the signs of a heart attack that they tell you to watch for in women. I just had a lot of pain radiating from the left side of my chest into my arm and down my side. When the pain continued to the point where I was almost sobbing, I went to the ER. They did an EKG, told me I was okay, gave me some pain meds and a muscle relaxer, and sent me home.

This was the second week in August. We’re in the 4th week (or 3rd if you don’t count the first few days as a week) of September and I’m still having pain. It’s not as bad and it seems to have relocated to mostly my shoulder, but the concern for heart issues is there as there is a huge history of early onset heart issues in my family. So there’s the chance, given my age (not 40 yet but close) and my family history (don’t get me started on that), that there’s something wrong.

So on Monday I made the trip in to have a heart stress test. Because I’m having trouble with my left knee – another reason I’ve been having issues most of August and September – they didn’t put me on the treadmill. Monday I went in after fasting and was injected with something that sped up my heart. It also made it hard to breathe, made me sick to my stomach, made me feel like a heavy weight was sitting on my whole body, and made me feel hot (and not in a good way.) That feeling lasted 5 minutes, and then I was a little disoriented after for maybe a minute, but beyond that I was fine. They did another EKG while my heart was sped up and nothing came up on it. They’d also shot me up with a radioactive isotope to make my heart stand out better in pictures. They took some pictures of my heart and told me to come in the next day for the second half of the test. Total time in the doctor’s office? 4 hours.

Tuesday I went back in and they injected me with that isotope again. Twenty minutes after the injection I went in and she took pictures of my heart during my “resting” phase. After that, we were done. Sort of.

See now that the test is over, I still have to meet with my regular doctor to find out what all those tests mean. So the first week of October, I’m making two trips in that I’m not looking forward to. One is for an EEG (sleep deprivation…yay!) and the other is to talk to my doctor about the heart tests. Now, I’m pretty sure if something was wrong I’d be in there a whole hell of a lot sooner than the first week of October, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t something. Just not something life shatteringly dangerous for me. We’ll have to see.

So yeah. I’ve been dealing with that lately. We’ll see what else happens going forward.

Okay, and now we’re going back to our irregularly scheduled flash fiction and random weird story bits.