Obviously health is an important area of everyone’s lives. Feeling like shit sucks. It makes everything more challenging and the worse we feel, the less we do. Sometimes we just don’t have the energy, sometimes we physically can’t do the things we want to do to stay in shape. I was supposed to walk/run the Disney Princess Half-Marathon in February, but my back went out a month before the race. Now I couldn’t run if I tried and walking at a fast pace isn’t such a good idea either. But that’s really besides the point because there’s a lot I can do to get healthier. The reality is that my body needs some help from me right now.
According to the BMI calculator, I am overweight. While I don’t put too much stock in the BMI calculations (they get a little skewed if you’re outside the norms for height – and I’m a lot taller than the average woman), I cannot deny that I need to shed a few pounds to reach a healthier state. I lost a bunch of weight after the back surgery, but I seem to have found a good portion of them again. I can tell this by my clothes too. I bought them when I weighed less and they’re all a bit snug now. Extra weight adds stress to my back and probably doesn’t help the nerve situation in my foot. (It is now swollen and painful regularly. No one seems to know why or what’s wrong, which is a little disturbing.) It’s not really about weight loss though. It’s about being healthy.
Weight loss is often a byproduct of developing a healthier lifestyle, but it’s not actually the goal. Mr. Lyndsy plays a big role in my health movement. His education, job, and hobbies all involve personal fitness. He knows more than a little about exercise and nutrition. That’s both good and bad. On my lazy days I hate it. On days when I want to feel better than I do right now, I love it. It really comes down to the fact that he hates seeing me in pain. He can’t do anything about it, and he hates feeling helpless, so he tries to do whatever he can to help me feel better, sometimes against my will. (That sounds a lot worse than I mean it. I really do need a push most of the time to get better about my own health.)
The other thing is that Mr. Lyndsy and I want to have LyndsySpawn. (That’s more fun to say than “kids.”) I may not know much about children or being pregnant, but what I DO know is that the more in shape my body is, the better it is for the LyndsySpawn. I need to get the little booger’s womb ready before it checks in. ready (See what I did there?) I also can’t forget the Type 2 diabetes and thyroid condition. Diabetes has to be VERY well-controlled to avoid problems during pregnancy. My A1c (measure of blood sugar over a roughly three-month period) was 6.1, which is great for someone with diabetes. This means that, on average, my blood sugar was somewhere around or under 120. Prior to and during pregnancy it needs to be 100 or less. This may not seem like a huge change, but it is. I need to keep a very strict eye on what I eat. My love affair with all things carbohydrate has to come to an end (or we can’t see each other as often – which is more likely). Women with Hashimoto’s thyroiditis have a higher rate of miscarriage than women without it. To combat that, doctors prescribe a synthetic thyroid to keep the thyroid levels at a normal level before and during pregnancy. I’m not always great about taking my meds as prescribed (which may be why my foot is killing me so much of the time), but with such great risks, this med will be taken as prescribed.
Not that you want to know about my feet, but I have some seriously cracked heels. No amount of pedicures and lotion fixed them so I went to the google and searched for a way to get rid of the scales. The answer? Staying hydrated. While getting professionals to assist with your feet gets you part of the way, you have to go the rest of the way by drinking a LOT of water. I pretty much HATE water. Yes I know it makes up a good portion of my body, but it has ZERO taste (unless you’re drinking Aquafina, which has a nasty taste). I much prefer a refreshing Coca-Cola or some “fruit” juice (you know the kid I mean, the stuff that has less than 10% real fruit juices in it). However, as I mentioned before, I have to cut that stuff out of my diet anyway.
All of this sounds fantastic, but for it to work for me, I need specific goals to hit or some way to measure what’s happening. Here’s what I’ve got so far:
- Check blood sugar every day and log result. Aim for 100 or less.
- Eat better to make #1 possible – avoid sugary foods and carb-laden foods. I won’t give them up entirely, but moderation should be okay.
- Take all meds, every day, when I’m supposed to. Will need an app for this or to log them on my calendar.
- Drink 72 ounces of water every day – eventually aim for 100 ounces. Use Waterlogged app to keep track.
- Check weight regularly. No, it’s not the goal, but it’s a good way to check and see what’s up.
- Keep a journal of how I’m feeling every day along with what I ate, how I slept, etc. This should help me see which foods make me feel better and which foods make me feel worse.
- STRETCH every day. My back gives me loads of issues, but they seem better when I stretch in the morning.
- Do core exercises from physical therapist every day. After the surgery my abs haven’t been what they were. (I suppose that’s what happens when they open you up right near your belly button.)
- Come up with rewards for accomplishing goals. While better health is itself a reward, it’s not as much fun as others.
I’ll come up with a way to track all of this, but I think this is a good start. I have clear forms of measurement of success. It’ time to earn some rewards. How do you reward yourselves for a job well done?