I am still alive. Here’s a recap of 2013 (don’t worry, keep reading! It’s short!):
I was 20 pounds down, on the South Beach Wagon then, in May, I was diagnosed with sarcoidosis. High doses of prednisone lead to my eating uncontrollably. I got back on the SB horse a few months later and even started the Couch to 5K (C25K) program and re-lost 10 pounds. Since Thanksgiving, I’ve been off the wagon. Despite that, I managed to lose 2 pounds on our cruise (and even run some) but since then, I’ve been a wash in self pity (new meds, can’t run and am on two inhalers).
Today though starts yet another new day of a new year. DW is going food shopping and we’re back on Ph 1 starting tomorrow. While I have many constraints (4 hour daily commute which leaves me exhausted, not to mention, lazy food-wise - no running, no full paycheck until February, etc.), I will not use them as excuses.
I am getting a Fit Bit, paid in part for my DW’s work. I downloaded pedometer apps on my phone because I am walking so much more with my commute. I *will* get to the gym in my building 1-2 times a week (to start). Even if it is just to walk. We’re debating joining a real gym, with a pool, since we can’t swim in the summer and our apartment gym is tiny and packed until March with the New Year’s Resolutioners. That too is partially paid for by DW’s work.
I will go food shopping and cook on Sundays, so we have food for most of the week to bring to work as well as to eat at night, making it quicker and more healthy.
It really seems like a vicious cycle - my trying to eat right and exercise. I feel like 2013, with my being without a job, would have really been my year if it weren’t for the sarc, meds and my letting it all defeat me.
As of January 1, 2014, I am back to 253 pounds. I feel icky in my own skin. And so, I am going to make changes!