I think I want to get a pizza tonight, but all I can think about is how much extra, unneeded fat that would introduce into my body. What this tells me is that I was successful in taking (roughly) thirty days to change a habit. I’m not saying that it will stick forever, but for now, it’s a part of who I am.
I’ll still probably go for that pizza.
On the first of February I weighed 212 pounds, and this morning I came in at 205.5. Not quite the ten pound goal I set for myself, but I believe that the major goal was achieved, so a few pounds shy of some number doesn’t feel like defeat.
Plus, my personal illustration in facing adversity should be a valuable lesson to anyone that ever felt like giving up was a perfectly reasonable option. Even with the troubles I have been having with my legs, I pushed through, because that’s what I said I would do. As it turns out, I didn’t even take those few days off, as the medication they gave me totally works.
We’re convinced that things we are told to do, usually by our doctors, are mere suggestions. It’s easy to a a full life ahead of us from our position in the present, but the truth is that it’s not possible to see past the first bend in life’s road; we just don’t have that ability. Of course, we do have the power to make the road less bumpy, and that’s what this low fat event hoped to show.
You don’t have to do much. I exercise very little, and see results. If you want to kick it into high gear after feeling the fun-filled burn of low-impact workouts, go right ahead and tackle one of those body molding routines that are available. I’ve seen people get insane results from both PX90 (weight loss) and Body Beast (sculpting). This kind of stuff is a little too hard core for me, but if you’re serious and want to put some money into it, I can attest that I have seen them both work, for strongly dedicated people.
Here is also some good news: as part of my neuropathic issues, I was sent to do a ten panel blood screen (4 vials!) and everything from lipids to potassium levels came back normal. I’m at that age where these kinds of tests are becoming important, but they can be scary. It all goes back to hearing but not listening. And sometimes we just don’t want to know.
One part of the test that freaked me out a little was the ALT, which deals with the liver and was the only test to come back out of range. We all know I can be a bit of a drinker, so this worried me extensively. As it turns out my numbers weren’t anywhere near even mildly dangerous, but it took me an hour of research to come to that conclusion. I was full ready to start using that new vodka bottle as a conversation piece.
The moral is: don’t be afraid to find out, and then ask questions. Not wanting to know is a silly fear, one that will only harm you, probably sooner and later. Even if my liver did have mild damage, there are easy ways to correct that level of degradation, and catching it early would have been the only way to save me from the unpleasantness of horrible pain and early death down the road.
So, suck it up. Keep exercising. Go in for a check up. Do what the doctor says.Treat pizza as a treat, not as a go to for lunch. Oooh, maybe I’ll get tacos. But after that, it’s back on my bike. What ever you gotta do to keep happy, healthy, and alive, make it so.
I hope you enjoyed my month-long event. After this, it’s back to philosophy music, so stay strapped in that booster seat, because the star ship is still pulling into space dock. (heh, nerd jokes)
Here’s to us: may we live long and prosper.