Nash
03-29-2009, 10:47 PM
Despite my earnest attempt to re-enter the world of self accountability two months ago, I let life get in the way. At the end of January just days before my 34t birthday — and what was supposed to be the day my wife and I announced her pregnancy, she had a miscarriage. One that took four days of bouncing between hospitals & clinics and my wife going through a forced labor at home before resolving itself. She was 14 weeks in at the time — just into the second-trimester. The pregnancy itself was a victory as it took almost two-years of trying. In the weeks & months that have followed we have lost a grandfather to a tragic accident, an aunt to a two-year battle with lung cancer and had to put down our cat. If you have read my story or any of the back posts in my previous blog — you will know that eleven-years ago I lived through a similar chain reaction of crappy luck. The difference this time though was that I was going through it with somebody.
Needless to say I stopped looking at the scale. Fortunately I weigh the exact same as my previous weigh-in at the end of January, (312lbs.) Six-pounds less than when I came back to the world of dieting. This past week I made the realization that I was letting all of these above mentioned events act as an excuse and called my doctor. I have a track record of performing better with these kind of things when there is more than just myself that I am accountable to. A lucky decision as we made the discovery that my blood pressure was clocking in at 171/102 - way above norm — not good considering my previous heart condition. If we had taken it again right after I am sure it would have been even higher as the number scared the $#!% out of me.
I had made a promise to my self years ago that I would never let this happen again — but I did. To think that I could betray such a necessary declaration when at the time I was knocking on deaths door. How easy I have persistently slipped into a world of denial. It's scary - and it's a scary implication against my future.
I am choosing sundays as my weigh-in day this time around. I also have to monitor my blood pressure twice a day. I am asking my doctor to give me one month to try to lower this on my own. If I can't make any headway by then he can feel free to prescribe what ever he feels necessary.
I will not let history repeat itself (again.)
Needless to say I stopped looking at the scale. Fortunately I weigh the exact same as my previous weigh-in at the end of January, (312lbs.) Six-pounds less than when I came back to the world of dieting. This past week I made the realization that I was letting all of these above mentioned events act as an excuse and called my doctor. I have a track record of performing better with these kind of things when there is more than just myself that I am accountable to. A lucky decision as we made the discovery that my blood pressure was clocking in at 171/102 - way above norm — not good considering my previous heart condition. If we had taken it again right after I am sure it would have been even higher as the number scared the $#!% out of me.
I had made a promise to my self years ago that I would never let this happen again — but I did. To think that I could betray such a necessary declaration when at the time I was knocking on deaths door. How easy I have persistently slipped into a world of denial. It's scary - and it's a scary implication against my future.
I am choosing sundays as my weigh-in day this time around. I also have to monitor my blood pressure twice a day. I am asking my doctor to give me one month to try to lower this on my own. If I can't make any headway by then he can feel free to prescribe what ever he feels necessary.
I will not let history repeat itself (again.)