So I've started doing the online dating thing, again. It's been more culling than dating and I have to be very careful that I'm not just looking for excuses NOT to go meet someone for a drink/coffee/chat. I am not actively searching but just watching to see what comes in over the transom.
And someone really interesting did. A few emails were exchanged (I prefer to get to a face-to-face as soon as possible) and we are getting together soon. And when we were discussing in which part of town, he gave the ritziest area in town. Yep, a country club guy. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Fish out of water.
Update: Date was last night. I had a great time - he was very friendly, talkative and I felt very comfortable. I don't know whether I will see him again, but I was very pleased with my ability to walk in, not be nervous (and I really wasn't!) and have really good time.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Post-party Sunday was beautiful, weather-wise, so I took advantage and worked in the jungle of a yard. With all this rain, everything looks fabulous, although way overgrown. Texas rain = steroids for plants!
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Keep your head above water.
Monday, May 25, 2015
I have completely given up on my hair and am just spritzing it with water and just letting that mf curl. I cut off the bottoms of some old t-shirts and I now have broad headbands of nearly every color and I am just letting my freak curl fly. Jeez, I'd forgotten how curly my hair actually is. The good news is that it is so much happier just having some conditioning product left in it and just being curly. So at least for this long weekend, my hair has had a very nice vacation.
And in other good news, I'm sleeping. Real hours. Like normal people. Don't know if it's the rain, the cooler temps or the new meds, but I'll take it.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be natural.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
So I was moved to another exam room around the corner and waited for about ten minutes for the doctor to come in. He came in, introduced himself, sat down to look through my records because this is the SAME.FUCKING.PRACTICE I've been coming to for TWENTY FUCKING YEARS - the same amount of time I've been exhibiting and complaining about my low thyroid. He told me that the treatment protocol that I was on was doing nothing for me. While my t4 showed normal, my t3 was practically non-existant. He looked through my records and commented that my history was a commentary on what med schools were teaching re: thyroid. Just treat the presenting symptom, treat to a chart and don't delve into an underlying cause. More stuff was said confirming what I felt to be true and I just burst into a big old can't-talk-can't-breathe ugly cry.
He said we were going to start off with this new plan and it may require some tweaking along the way, we could do A, we could add B, might have to supplement with some C. He promised me that he treats the patient and how they feel, rather than what a chart defines as normal.
None of this may work, but it does help knowing that someone is actually listening to me and believes what I'm telling them.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind (but firm and direct) with others. Be your own advocate.
Friday, May 15, 2015
|Mother's Day Brunch Table|
I'm still working with a personal trainer that specializes in metabolic crap - putting together some on-my-own routines. Part of my problem is that my muscles are so tight and I am so unflexible and that's before we even get to the strength/HIIT part of this. And I'm going to have to leave Valerie behind, I guess. I need a more intense workout that I am getting when meeting her at the gym. I'll just have to figure out something. I've added back lunchtime strength and stretching sessions, so that's something.
And the scale really isn't budging. Oh, it bounces around but nothing in a consistant downward direction. And this on 1350 calories, plus exercise. So I'm still trying to do everything I can to nudge up the metabolism and build up the engine. I've started running intervals again and I'm not hurting, so that's good.
All in all, I shouldn't complain. It is what it is and I can just keep moving forward and doing what I can.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Every little bit helps.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
The tech said I needed to up my exercise game - that my body had become too efficient at the type of exercises I am doing and I needed to change things up. She also recommended I get a different PCP/endocrinologist.
On one hand, I do feel validated, as I've always known that those calculators that say I could have 1700 calories were full of shit. I can barely exercise enough on a weekend day to consume that many calories. And I am unwilling to go below 1300. I've been averaging about 1330 and the scale won't budge - even with four trips to the gym a week and a bike ride on the weekend, weather permitting.
Right now, I'm at the outer bounds of my weight limit. I'm still maintaining the 100 pound loss, but barely. And I'd only like to lose 8 pounds but I have to scratch and claw to lose a half pound, so the real fear is how do I keep from keeping on gaining.
Stupid thyroid. So I'm recalibrating everything to try to tweak up the metabolic rate because with margins so close, every little bit helps - or at least I hope it does.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Pick your battles.