The day after tomorrow (March 24), I am due to get my next birth control shot. I'm a little torn on how excited I am about this.
On the plus side, it will hopefully FINALLY stop my period. This is my third shot. One would hope that, after three, the beast would be tamed.
I'm on week number two, right now, of having my period (not just spotting!) while on a birth control that is famous for getting rid of a woman's period. I'm so beyond special. I'm praying this next shot makes me a little less special. Sometimes, it's good to be average. :)
On the negative side, for a week after I get it, I will want to eat everything in sight, whether I'm hungry or not.
Lately, I've been fighting the compulsion to eat anyway. I'll admit I've been over my calories a few times this last week. I haven't eaten bad things, just too often. That's though to fight without the BC shot egging me on. But, I've found that these cravings or compulsions come and go. I'll just have to get my self psyched up to fight them. It so nice out that I'll have to make myself go for a walk or something.
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail, right? So, I'm planning to keep active in some way shape or form. I'll walk, I have a new Wii exercise game that I can play (though I'm a little scared after I hurt my shoulder playing Wii tennis. Sad, right? LOL), and I have my Kindle loaded with good books. My new motto should be "Do."
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Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Plateau?
For people losing weight the more traditional method, this post may seem like a ridiculous whine and I should just be happy with what I got. Well, I'm not!
I lost about a pound a day, thanks to my surgery and my food choices. That's 7 lbs a week. This week (last Monday to today), I lost a little less than 2.5 lbs. I know my weight loss will slow down eventually, but I'm only a month and a half out of the O.R.!
This has sent me into a bit of a panic. I didn't go through that expensive, invasive surgery to help me lose 35 freakin' pounds. I wanted help losing 150 pounds!
I'm trying to remind myself that part of this could be water weight (my cycle is sooo messed up that it could be nearing TOM and I have no idea) or it could just be an off week. Something occurring once (in this case, a slow loss) is not a pattern and therefore no reason to freak out.--unfortunately, my anxiety laughs at my attempt at logic.
ETA (2/4/12 @ 6:21 PM CST): Per the great advice of some other post-op patients on My Fitness Pal, I decided to relax and not worry about the lack of weight loss. My body was probably holding onto the weight because, A) it's in panic after a month and a half of eating so small; and B) because I was stressing so much over the weight.
After I hit the gym and jogged in the water for a long time, which is weirdly relaxing, and just having a good day yesterday, I woke up today to 2 less pounds. Talk about quick turn around! lol.
I lost about a pound a day, thanks to my surgery and my food choices. That's 7 lbs a week. This week (last Monday to today), I lost a little less than 2.5 lbs. I know my weight loss will slow down eventually, but I'm only a month and a half out of the O.R.!
This has sent me into a bit of a panic. I didn't go through that expensive, invasive surgery to help me lose 35 freakin' pounds. I wanted help losing 150 pounds!
I'm trying to remind myself that part of this could be water weight (my cycle is sooo messed up that it could be nearing TOM and I have no idea) or it could just be an off week. Something occurring once (in this case, a slow loss) is not a pattern and therefore no reason to freak out.--unfortunately, my anxiety laughs at my attempt at logic.
ETA (2/4/12 @ 6:21 PM CST): Per the great advice of some other post-op patients on My Fitness Pal, I decided to relax and not worry about the lack of weight loss. My body was probably holding onto the weight because, A) it's in panic after a month and a half of eating so small; and B) because I was stressing so much over the weight.
After I hit the gym and jogged in the water for a long time, which is weirdly relaxing, and just having a good day yesterday, I woke up today to 2 less pounds. Talk about quick turn around! lol.
Friday, January 20, 2012
I might be a liiiiittle sensitive
Men just don't understand female hormones or they'd be far more afraid to speak.
Today, Travis said, "you're going to need to get some new clothes soon. You look ridiculous."
WTF? I took time to blow dry my hair and fix it. I'm wearing jeans instead of my usual jogging pants and the shirt I'm wearing isn't one of his hated hooded sweatshirts. Give a girl some credit, @$&%er!
I looked at him and said, "I look ridiculous?!" I'm pretty sure there were daggers coming out of my eyes too.
He explained, with far less remorse for the confusion than he should have, that he meant my clothes are just too big now. I have "no shape", to use his words, which were also fighting words in my opinion.
The man just is too much of a straight shooter--too blunt--for his own good, which I've come to realize that Testosterone is to blame. Most men have no idea that they could avoid so many arguments and misunderstandings if they'd just soften their words a little. They're not trying to be mean (Travis would never intentionally say anything to hurt my feelings. I KNOW this.), there's just no warning bell that goes off in their brains before potentially bad words pass their lips.
I've had cramps for three weeks and now have a light period. The man could get himself wounded throwing around things like, "you look ridiculous" and "you have no shape." Foolish penis-bearer.
Today, Travis said, "you're going to need to get some new clothes soon. You look ridiculous."
WTF? I took time to blow dry my hair and fix it. I'm wearing jeans instead of my usual jogging pants and the shirt I'm wearing isn't one of his hated hooded sweatshirts. Give a girl some credit, @$&%er!
I looked at him and said, "I look ridiculous?!" I'm pretty sure there were daggers coming out of my eyes too.
He explained, with far less remorse for the confusion than he should have, that he meant my clothes are just too big now. I have "no shape", to use his words, which were also fighting words in my opinion.
The man just is too much of a straight shooter--too blunt--for his own good, which I've come to realize that Testosterone is to blame. Most men have no idea that they could avoid so many arguments and misunderstandings if they'd just soften their words a little. They're not trying to be mean (Travis would never intentionally say anything to hurt my feelings. I KNOW this.), there's just no warning bell that goes off in their brains before potentially bad words pass their lips.
I've had cramps for three weeks and now have a light period. The man could get himself wounded throwing around things like, "you look ridiculous" and "you have no shape." Foolish penis-bearer.
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