Sunday, July 19, 2015

Jet Plane Reflections

I woke up in Seattle this morning, but by 5:30 am, was on a plane heading back to Texas from a family reunion, accompanied by Pebbles and Slater.  It's a curious thing -when returning home from a trip, either personal or business, it is always a time of reflection.  This trip home was a quick one - in on Wednesday morning and out at dawn on Sunday morning - but is was packed with activities and fun, with many things to be grateful for.

I went on a whale watching kayak trip.  Saw lots of whales, albeit from a distance.  The water was just amazing, the weather was perfect.  Did some hiking and would have done more, but Pebbles wore out.  I came close to doing a tandem pear-a-glide jump, but arrived in Seattle feeling horrible and by the time we got to the site, I just wasn't up to it.  Slater, however, made lots of solo flights and I got introduced to a whole new culture.  

This trip reminded me of my first dip into an active, adventureous life.  The year was 1999 and  I had lost about 75 pounds at that time.  I was in Aspen and on a whim, did a tandem pear-a-glide off of Aspen mountain.  Later on that same summer, I went on the kayak trip, having gone to the gym studiously for about a month in order to be able to participate.  This time, the kayak trip was a whim and it took no preparation for me to be ready.  I could do it with ease.  I am more fit and able than I was sixteen years ago and I weigh about 25 pounds less than I did then.

It's always so inspiring to go to a place where there is a culture of being strong and fit and out-of-doors.  I just love it.  The heat is a killer here and I wish there were more trails like the one pictured above.  So I'm going to recommit to eating more real food, drinking more real water and give more consideration to my ecological footprint.

It's good to be home.

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Recognize how far you've come.


Wednesday, June 17, 2015

(Out Of My) League of Gentlemen (Callers)

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

Floatation Device

We had a block party on my street on Saturday.  As a joke, I wore a floaty.  It was a huge hit - everyone got the reference, especially since there was a half-hour downpour right in the middle of the party.  Well, it would have been at the end, as the party was only scheduled to go for four hours.  The last time I was aware (I was at home, looking down the street) it was still going on at 11pm!  I have great neighbors.  Sidenote:  this week I celebrated four years in this house.  Time has flown by so quickly - and it's been the best four years of my life.  I feel like I've really come into my own in this place.

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

Texas Flood and Frizz

My long holiday weekend trip/bike/ride fun time with my friends good rained  flooded out this weekend.  We were scheduled to ride in the wildlife refuge up in OK - had a cabin rented for the long weekend along a beautiful creek.  Yea, you can guess how that went.  Luckily, we canceled before leaving town.  A few other folks didn't and are still stranded up there, as the water's three feet high and risin' and the road's warshed out.  So there is that.

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

I Came Home with a Brand New Plan

No, nothing illicit, but a hillbilly standoff with my now-former doctor over my test results and her insistance that everything was normal, led me to a new doctor and a brand new plan.  The deal went something like this - "your test results (t4) are within normal range".  "But my resting metabolic rate is 22.79 percent below normal".  Repeat about four times.  "You are not treating me, you are merely looking at a chart.  You are not looking at the evidence I'm presenting, the symptoms I am presenting.  You are not providing ME with care.  As of right now, you are no longer my doctor and I am leaving this practice."  "Would you consider seeing another doctor in the practice?  He has a lot more experience treating patients with thyroid disorder."  "Yes, if I can see him right now."

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

The Margins Are Slim

Mother's Day Brunch Table
I'm still doing well breaking my (diet) coke habit.  I'm down to one a day, if I go to the gym.  I down to one cup of coffee, as well.  I have managed to do a good job boosting the water intake, surprisingly enough - at least this week.  I don't do as well on the weekends.

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 Battle of Hastings

That number there?  That's my resting metabolic rate.  I had it tested using an indirect calorimeter VO2 machine. Almost 23 percent below average for my gender/age/etc.  It certainly explains why the scale is stubbornly hanging on to the weight gain from the hell year 2013.

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.