Oh my gosh it has been so long since I have posted anything to this site. It has been a long, crazy year so far. I started just before the first of the year with signing up for a gym membership, eating healthier, and making a pact with myself to lose weight and just be a healthier version of myself. I was off to a really great start and then BOOM! life fell in on me.
I have always had some pretty significant health issues. If I were to be pessimistic about this, I would say that the glass was half empty all the time. However, I am here to tell the story about what has happened in my life, meaning that I am going to have to say the glass is half full. In the last six years, I have been hospitalized three times. Each time has been a pretty substantial reason. Most recently I was in the hospital for almost a week in late March/early April. It was the culmination of two month spent battling my body and trying to keep things up as much as possible. Without going into the whole lead up to hospitalization, I was at work one day (miserable) and I coughed and thought I had cracked a rib. Oh. My. God. The pain was horrible. I was forced by my employer to go home and was told to seriously think about going to the hospital. My little sister picked me up and we went to same day care and had an x-ray done. They didn't really like what they saw, and it wasn't my ribs they were talking about. I had signs of pnuemonia but they weren't normal signs. I was admitted for treatment. The next day, I had my doctor come tell me that they wanted to remove a lymph node for testing out of my left underarm. I haven't have a major surgical event since I had my tonsils out when I was three and that wasn't a major event...
I gotta say, the hospital is not exactly a four-star hotel and it was a miserable week. I still don't have a diagnosis, but preliminary testing says that what was originally assumed to be lymphoma cancer is not actually that. I have to say that I am glad that it isn't cancer, but we will see what next month and my follow up appointment brings!
After staying in the hospital, I was still feeling like crap warmed over. I ate horribly, I would come home from work and not do a thing except eat, watch TV and go to bed. I am ashamed to say that all the hard work that I had been doing went down the proverbial drain. But, I am back on track. I have been getting back to watching what I eat. Tonight I went to the gym for the first time since February. It felt good, but geez! I can't believe how behind in the game I am now! I have ordered a bunch of clothes in the next size down, so I have to REALLY step it up. Everything I got is super-dooper cute and I can't wait to wear it. I did 20 minutes in the gym tonight before my legs started to feel like they wanted to fall off. I will be back there tomorrow, though! yay!
I don't want to be the fat girl anymore. I want to have the luxury of going into a store and choosing my clothes off the rack instead of choosing them online. I wouldn't change who I am for all the gold in the world, but who I am is not dictated by my size. I can change that and be ok with the outcome. It can only get better from here.
I have always had some pretty significant health issues. If I were to be pessimistic about this, I would say that the glass was half empty all the time. However, I am here to tell the story about what has happened in my life, meaning that I am going to have to say the glass is half full. In the last six years, I have been hospitalized three times. Each time has been a pretty substantial reason. Most recently I was in the hospital for almost a week in late March/early April. It was the culmination of two month spent battling my body and trying to keep things up as much as possible. Without going into the whole lead up to hospitalization, I was at work one day (miserable) and I coughed and thought I had cracked a rib. Oh. My. God. The pain was horrible. I was forced by my employer to go home and was told to seriously think about going to the hospital. My little sister picked me up and we went to same day care and had an x-ray done. They didn't really like what they saw, and it wasn't my ribs they were talking about. I had signs of pnuemonia but they weren't normal signs. I was admitted for treatment. The next day, I had my doctor come tell me that they wanted to remove a lymph node for testing out of my left underarm. I haven't have a major surgical event since I had my tonsils out when I was three and that wasn't a major event...
I gotta say, the hospital is not exactly a four-star hotel and it was a miserable week. I still don't have a diagnosis, but preliminary testing says that what was originally assumed to be lymphoma cancer is not actually that. I have to say that I am glad that it isn't cancer, but we will see what next month and my follow up appointment brings!
After staying in the hospital, I was still feeling like crap warmed over. I ate horribly, I would come home from work and not do a thing except eat, watch TV and go to bed. I am ashamed to say that all the hard work that I had been doing went down the proverbial drain. But, I am back on track. I have been getting back to watching what I eat. Tonight I went to the gym for the first time since February. It felt good, but geez! I can't believe how behind in the game I am now! I have ordered a bunch of clothes in the next size down, so I have to REALLY step it up. Everything I got is super-dooper cute and I can't wait to wear it. I did 20 minutes in the gym tonight before my legs started to feel like they wanted to fall off. I will be back there tomorrow, though! yay!
I don't want to be the fat girl anymore. I want to have the luxury of going into a store and choosing my clothes off the rack instead of choosing them online. I wouldn't change who I am for all the gold in the world, but who I am is not dictated by my size. I can change that and be ok with the outcome. It can only get better from here.
