WOOHOO
punmama!!!! The headache and hungries abait rather quickly. Your energy will go down for a few days and then...SWING BATTER BATTER! You'll have more energy than you know what to do with!
Glad it is going well! I really truly am...can't WAIT to hear how you do!
Nimblegranny -
on pushing over the 10 pound mark, I am so happy for you! I've mentioned last week that I LOVE that your grand baby is your motivation. My kiddo is mine.
Last August 13th (sorry
irish, I am subjecting you to this...AGAIN!) my kid, who was three at the time, found me in a semi-coma. I was 293 pounds, a severe asthamtic, and had been sick with what I thought was a simple cold. I had told my husband around 4 am to go on to work without me (we usually car pool) and to leave the girl with me instead of taking her to daycare. I KNOW she was awake at that time, she was going on and on about wanting candy. He left much earlier than normal that day since we weren't going with him, so maybe around 4:15 or 4:30. He had noticed I was pale, and had considered taking the girl anyways...or even staying home to keep her out of my hair. Had he done either of those, I would not be here today. He left, and I turned the TV on for my kiddo, then crawled back in bed.
It was somewhere between 7:30 and 8:30 when I next woke. At least, I think it was. I really don't remember. Most of that day is nothing but a blur of dreamy memories. My head was swimming. I was half way on the floor. My 35-40 pound 3 year old had managed to drag my huge frame out of the bed. She was screaming and crying and pounding on me, begging me to wake up. I have no clue how long she had been doing that. All I know is, she was scared, more scared than I had ever seen her before.
I somehow managed to stumble the rest of the way to the floor and stand up. I couldn't breathe. It felt like someone was standing on my chest. I told my kid to get dressed, and she moved faster than I ever seen her move before and she started dragging me to the door telling me we had to go to the doctor NOW. I don't know if I ever got dressed. I really don't. I do know that I stupidly got in the car with my kid and by the grace of God managed to get to the doctor's office in one piece. I really don't remember the drive.
When I walked in the doctor's office, the receptionist literally jumped out of her chair and screamed out that she needed help in the front lobby and proceeded to rush and ask if I was okay. I found out later that my face was turning blue. I mumbled something about not being able to breathe before two nurses quickly brought me into the tirage and hooked me up to everything to get my stats. That's when everything went from insane to flat out chaotic. I suddenly had shots going into me, 911 was being called, oxygen was being put on me, steroids being dumped by the needles, IV's being hooked up. My O2 reading was 71...and quickly dropping. I rember being loaded up into the ambulance and crying out that I needed my kid and the doctor forcibly holding her back so she couldn't come with me. I remember looking out the ambulance window wondering if we would ever see each other again, remembering literally being scared for my life. By the time I got to the hospital, which was 10 minutes away, my artorial blood O2 level was at 42. Morgues often times see corpses come in with higher O2 levels. I should have been at the very least in a coma (like i had been earlier in the day) or flat lining. I don't know how many times I had heard that from various doctors and nurses over the next several weeks and months.
I ended up with a cocktail of illnesses. I had everything. Literally. I had a virial infection. I had a bacterial infection. I later developed a fungal infaction (thanks hospital cleaning crew.) I had carbon dioxide posioning. I had been in a severe asthma attack and didn't know it. I had streptococcus pneumoniae type B...which I later learned is flat out deadly. I was in ICU 3-4 days and remained in the hospital for 9 days after that. I was on an O2 tank up until November. I was diagnosed with ARDS, which is lifelong and has symptoms very similar to CPOD. I have significant scar tissue on my left lung that will likely never repair itself. I was told to file disability. I was told I would never be able to live without having a back up O2 tank in my house at any given time. I was only 29.
December 31st last year, my doctor cleared me to diet and LITE exercise (he did not want me doing anything that caused me any exerction.) I had been doing it previously...but only half arsed. When he cleared me, something snapped. My kid almost found me dead. My kid almost watched me die. My kid STILL has nightmares about it. My kid is still terrorfied if I fall asleep. I can NOT let her go through that again. I can not. I will not.
I started hard core with WS. I had to start exercise by trying to get to my car and back to the front door. It was hard. It was impossible. But I did it. I started dropping wieght. And it started getting a little easier. Come February, I was able to do more intense workouts, such as 30DS. I now can run a mile. My O2 tank is collecting dust as I haven't had to use it but once since February (and that was last week...grrrr.) No one told me my weight is what nearly did me in. Truth is, it wasn't. But I know, in the bottom of my heart, that my weight being out of control is what caused a bad situation to turn so close to deadly. And I REFUSE to put myself of my kid through that again. Because next time, I might not make it out alive. My kid is my inspiration and motivation. I used to think I was selfish if I took time for myself or did anything for myself...so I never dieted and I never exercised. I now realize, I was selfish in thinking that...because I almost deprived my child of me. It will NOT happen again. Will not.
Like I said...I LOVE that your grand baby is your motivation...it touches me on a VERY personal level.
irish - then look at photos. Bet you'll see it there...I did!
I am officially 244 today. TAKE THAT PREDISONE!! HAHA! NO GAIN ON YOU THIS TIME!
One more itty bitty pound and I hit my dear 50 lost. Loving this! I now weigh 3 pound less than I did when my husband met me