Physical Complete

Do you get an annual physical?  If not, why not?  Your health is important, and you should take care of yourself.

So today, I went in for my annual physical.  Poking, prodding, weighing, and blood taking.  I admit, I was pretty nervous about this visit.  I’m feeling awesome and haven’t been really sick in a long time.  For a few years, I felt like I had a cold constantly, and whatever I’m doing now is working well.

(For reference, what I’m doing is working out, making sure I get plenty of rest, and eating a balanced diet.)

But my weight is not where it should be.  By the BMI charts, I’m obese.  Now, a lot of that is muscle, I’m sure, but as I have said, this belly flab is not muscle.  And that’s where I would like to lose weight because I know that belly fat is the least healthy kind of fat.  Also I dislike it.

A few years back, my doctor harped on me about my weight.  And I continued working at it, plugging away, and nothing really helped.  Last year, she commented that I might just be predisposed to be heavy.  Genetics is real, after all, and while my immediate family all look pretty awesome (just in case they are reading), there are weight issues in the extended family, including some relatively serious cases of diabetes, from what I’ve been told.  Nothing I want to mess with.

This year, she did the standard review, and I told her about my races and how I had the endocrine workup and waited to see what she had to say.  She basically said that if I wanted to try any of the diets currently being touted, I could (she mentioned a friend who did well on the Blood Type diet, which she thought probably wasn’t super scientific, but it worked for her friend).  She just didn’t want me doing any diet involving injectables or anything else stupid.  We’ve talked nutrition before, so she knows that I eat to fuel my workouts and am not going to drop my calories stupidly low.

So I guess I’m just going to keep on keeping on.  I need to watch my intake of processed carbs.  More protein.  More smart choices.  Less falling off the wagon, and when I do, getting back on much faster.

All in all, not bad.

(After my appointment, it was time for the cats to go have their annual physicals.  Always an adventure with those two.)

“Have you lost weight?”

This week, a coworker asked me if I have lost weight.  I laughed and said “Nope.”  She commented that my face looked thinner.

I’m forever fighting the battle of the bulge.  I have since I was a kid.  And essentially, since January 1 of this year, I have lost maybe 2 pounds.  Though I’ve not been on the scale since I got back from Vegas, so that might be inaccurate.

People look at me and say “But you eat well and you exercise like a fiend.”

I try anyway.  But the pounds stay on.  I’m working on improving my diet even more and sticking to my workout schedule and hoping that helps.  It’s less about the number on the scale and how my clothes fit.  Mainly I’m concerned with the spare tire that is developing around my waistline.  Belly fat is the type of fat said to cause the most health problems, so I need to work to get it off.

My parents are relatively healthy, but weight issues and diabetes run in our extended family.  And it just gets harder to get the weight off the older I get.

So even though I’m not seeing it on the scale and haven’t personally noticed it in my clothes, apparently someone thinks I’m looking thinner.  Now if only those pounds would come off in my love handles, things would be great.

Reflecting

Wave reflectionsFirst off, thanks for all of the kind comments on the post yesterday.  It’s just so frustrating to work so very hard and see no results.

But plateaus happen.

Plus this weekend, I’m taking measurements again, just to see if anything’s changing.

And yes, I know, muscle gains, etc.  But this belly fat is most certainly not muscle.

And thanks to Chrissy’s prodding, I’ve made an appointment with an endocrinologist.  I had a referral from my OBGYN, but hadn’t bothered to make an appointment.  The referral was on my request, not something she necessarily thought I needed to do, so I had just put it off.  As is my tendency.

I’m not expecting some miracle cure from the endocrinologist, but from what I’ve read, anxiety and panic disorders can be related to thyroid imbalances. That would just mean swapping one medication for another, but it would be nice to find the root cause of the problem.

Other than that, it’s just back to swimming and biking and hoping the change in the workout kickstarts the weight loss.  Because it’s frustrating to eat well, work out and just keep gaining and losing the same 3 pounds over and over.

But I’ll just keep going.  Because regardless of my weight, I’m healthier than if I were sitting on the couch.

 

Weight Loss Struggles

So as I’ve said for many years, I need to lose weight this year. I’ve gained way too much weight over the past few years, and I need to stop the trend.

In January, I lost 1.2 pounds.

A measly 1.2 pounds.  And I’m seeing others post their 5 to 10 pound losses and wondering what the heck is wrong with me.  1.2 pounds.  That’s a big glass of water.  That’s nothing.  And I find myself very frustrated.

But then I look at the facts.

Okay, so in January, I went to Walt Disney World.   Sure, I was active there (and finished a marathon).  But I also didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to what I was eating.  I ate desserts.  I ate big breakfasts.  I had sandwiches likely grilled in butter and potato chips (and I need to stop typing this because now I’m hungry).

Then I had to have a mole removed on my leg and was on exercise restriction until the stitches were removed.  That means that from the day I flew home from Disney, I spent nearly 10 days doing nothing.

So a week of bad eating followed by 10 days of sitting around and I still managed to lose weight through all of that? Not bad. In fact, my weight was a bit up right after I had the mole removed, so to end the month on a low is good.

Now, I’m back into triathlon training, which means swimming and biking and running instead of just running.  After just one day of swim practice, I could feel the difference.  As hard as it is to get out of bed in the cold only to get into a cold pool, it’s worth it, not only for my training but for my overall health.

February holds another trip to WDW, so I just need to not go overboard and try to keep the scale moving in the right direction.  My body doesn’t like me to lose weight (something I need to have checked out by an endocrinologist – I don’t think anything will change, but best to have all the facts).  I need to remember that a loss is still a loss, no matter how small.  And to not give up yet.