Yesterday, I broke personal records riding my bike. (Scroll past the stats, if you’re not interested, to get to the good stuff at the end of the post.)
Most Calories Burned
Largest Elevation Climb
Farthest Distance in a Week
Longest Duration in a Week
Most Calories Burned in a Week
Largest Elevation Climb in a Week
Farthest Distance in a Month
Most Calories Burned in a Month
Largest Elevation Climb in a Month
One year ago, I could barely finish five minutes of yoga without feeling like I had the flu. I wanted to die.
Ask me about my super duper healthy eating plan and I’ll tell you it’s a a large part of why I’ve come so far.
This is my spaghetti bowl. For reference, it can hold like 6 servings of spaghetti noodles. It is big. This is Day 19 of super duper healthy eating. And this is my lunch (not spaghetti). 2 Tbs of Homemade hummus, 4 oz of cottage cheese with two blackberries squished on top for sweetness, 1 whole cup of baby greens, 1 whole cup of cucumber, yellow pepper and a few cherry tomatoes to dip my hummus. #optavia30 #fibromyalgia
The past two weeks did not go as smoothly as I had hoped. The rough part was figuring out that there are specific medications that produce surprising withdrawal symptoms, even though I thought I’d weaned off of them. The great part is that I’ve experienced some really good progress since I’ve began eating very healthily thanks to the genius methods of Dr Wayne Scott Anderson .
The rain last week and withdrawal symptoms created a slow start to the new, healthy me. I’ll try to quantify the results once I’ve been doing this eating right thing for a full month. I should be able to show actual Fitbit reports of sleep and activity levels improving. Until then, here is a synopsis of the changes I’ve noticed and the end of week two
- I’ve lost 5 pounds and my BMI is now one point less. Now that I have a handle on how to adjust my calorie intake, my energy level has increased.
- My skin is softer and my eyes are no longer dry because I drink enough water!
- I’m not constipated anymore! Seriously, why didn’t the docs tell me to eat better instead of giving me that crappy Mirilax?
- I sleep 8-9 hours a night (most nights) rather than 5-6 hours. I still experience times when my brain won’t shut down.. I blame that on the fibromyalgia.
- My brain fog has mostly gone… I hope my short term memory will come back in time.
- I can speak cognitively again! No stumbling over words and blank thoughts!
- My anxiety and depression levels have dropped significantly! Just one flare up yesterday and today but that’s hormonal. Hopefully this will reverse as well as my hormones even out because of my glycemic index becoming more stable.
- My smell and taste have actually improved, despite a recent diagnosis of a deviated septum. (I smelled pepper as I was grinding it!)
- I really didn’t think this was possible but, I wake up less exhausted. I drink 1 cup of coffee and I’m ready to face the day. It used to be three.
- Did I say face the day? Yes! My pain levels are low or nonexistent and my energy level is up! I haven’t seen the dramatic super energy that I was hoping for, but it’s very much improved.
Being able to say ‘yes’ more often to physical activities is such a cool experience. I still pace myself and I’m working up to full activity. I still need to rest. An 8 hour work day is far off, but being able to complete 2 hour long activities is within reason.
One of the things about this new eating plan, that I didn’t anticipate is that my cravings are changing. I was able to easily choose a salad at Red Robin instead of a burger and fries like I normally would. I was once powerless to resist them (literally). I think that the detox that the super duper healthy eating program introduced really works. I choose healthy choices at the supermarket. I still crave those Doritos but I chose a healthy antioxidant nut and berry mix instead. And OMG the FLAVORS!! I look at these words and they look foreign. I’m a hard core eat-whatever-I-want kind of person… but feeling good and removing the addictive additives from my diet helps. I don’t NEED that crap anymore.
In other news.. check out my instagram (scroll way down) for updates on the Alpha-Stim for anxiety that I just tried. This thing is freaky-magical.
I’m struggling here. I have to say that the steps that I’m taking have lead me so far out of the proverbial black hole. I’m less depressed and less anxious. My pain has reduced significantly. These are big wins!
I’m also finding ways to turn around my thinking to look at the brighter side. Including visualizing a healthy, happy and prosperous version of myself.
My relationship with my husband has met a whole new level. It’s beautiful in my eyes.
My struggle is: on the outside I appear better but, on the inside… I can barely breath, I can barely sleep and I can barely feel enough to care for myself and my house.
My new meal planning has been good even thought it can be frustrating. The good is that I’ve lost about 3 pounds (I haven’t weighed in a few days). I can actually think clearer. I don’t get toungetied any longer. Actually, learning how to eat every two to three hours on a schedule can feel tiresome. Oh. My. Gawd… I have to eat again? Yes! Because the meals are only about 100-200 calories. So, if I go too long, I’ll be weak and struggle. My glycemic levels are running on a tight line. In addition, there has been a hiccup in the education of my coach. While he is very motivated, he had no idea that I had the incorrect information and, in fact, was not eating enough. I was only eating about 900 calories in a day, without feeling hungry because of the constant eating. So, now I have to eat more for my prepared meals. This is all cool, but I want my Doritos and donuts! 😩 My husband is so motivated to eat better for long term health. I’m over here like.. where is my giant bowl of spaghetti in which I drowned my emotions??
Hopefully the increase in calories will give me energy. I’m pretty sure I’ll need sleep for that, however.
I am off to the psychiatrists appointment. I also have a Cognitive Behavioral Therapy class. I’m learning the art of seeing problems in a different way, so my body doesn’t go apeshit when shit hits the fan.