Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Rocky Re-Entry Into Real Life
The re-entry into real life has been rocky. Goodness. I normally don't talk about my actual weight in numbers around here, as they are what they are. But in the past week, they accurately reflected a nearly week-long bender. I'm still trying to figure out what happened and why. It wasn't emotional in my usual sense - an anxiety that I wanted to soothe. Wasn't that way at all.
I came home from vacation about three and a half pounds up. I know that was from, not the baklava, as one might assume, but my horrible habit of eating JUNK food on my return trips from anywhere. Extra salty, extra large french fries at the airport, M&Ms and Pringles purchased on the plane.
I went back to my normal way of eating and within two days of return, I was back down to my pre-trip weight, which was on the high side of the new range I'd set for myself, but still within range. But something was going on - I couldn't think, couldn't function, really. Disoriented. In one case, couldn't answer a simple question. The diabetics in the office blamed low blood sugar and it did feel that way to me. So I embarked on a quest to keep my blood sugar from bottoming out - a little too aggressively, I suppose.
And before you say something, yes, I've been in contact with my doctor. I had some blood work done right before I went on vacation and upon my return to the US, at the JFK airport when I turned on my cell phone, I heard four messages to call my doctor's office. Doctor's office wanted me to re-do the labs. Doctor wasn't happy with the results. So, I'm being seen to. Had more lab work done, but haven't heard the results.
Couple this with Halloween and the office candy bowl being right outside my office door, my Mom's birthday (which was very nice) and my wheels-off eating (but my sleeping was FABULOUS - no night sweats!) the scale registered a 7 pound gain in less than one week. I do have a doctor's appointment and I am slowly returning to my normal eating habits, rather than such an abrupt transition and the extra whatever is coming back off without any apparent side effects. But my motivation to exercise appears to have disappeared right now. I rode my bike for a couple of days upon my return and have been hitting the gym, but honestly, do not want a long exercise session on Saturday.
I will (along with Doc) figure this all out. It seems more physiological than emotional, but who knows. I do know that another contributing factor is that I am damned tired of the BASS (Big Ass Spinach Salad) for lunch. It's time to change that up to something, what, I am not sure. I have ceased to enjoy it and it, for this last week, at least, has ceased to satisfy.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do it for the health of it.