After two years of myriad health problems and a run-in with Chantix, I find myself back to where I was after my husband died. I had my “Marie” moment, remember that ad where she says, “I looked at myself in me the mirror and realized I was 50 pounds overweight and I had to make a change.” Yeah, that moment. I really hate those moments. But the truth is harsh and it is time to make a change.
Over the last couple of months and with the help of Alicia and Will, I have thought, discussed, and planned how to go about this whole business. I’m not looking for a quick fix, but rather a change of lifestyle. Knowing that I don’t respond to drastic changes, the first thing was to gradually introduce some changes even though they weren’t healthy changes. For over a decade, my eating habits have been awful. I did fairly well on the exercise front until about three years ago. So all the hard work and careful eating has been lost in a miasma of sickness and loss of spirit.
Whenever I want to groan and moan about starting over again, I look at the positives. I am not starting over in knowing how to do this. I know how. I can cite chapter and verse on what is the right eating program for me as well as the exercises needed. Before moving, I made a promise to myself to use this time of less responsibility to good use. That, the most important of all, is step one. I never fail on my promises even to myself.
The second step was to change my eating habits. Loss of appetite which I am convinced has something to do with the aging process was the first thing to overcome. I could literally go all day eating only a sandwich. That is not a good thing. The body thinks it’s starving and turns everything to fat and drinking high sugar drinks didn’t help any even though most of them were juices.
The third was to reintroduce some exercise and that I have started by doing some aerobic water classes. Slowly, but surely, the changes are being made. The only change so far is in my attitude. It’s better as I start to feel more alert and in control of my life. I’ve got a long way to go, but at least the process is started.