Hello!
This is not my first time on the forum, but I wanted to start anew, so here I am. Previously went under the username "30poundsdown" but that didn't work out so well, and I didn't really like that name anyway
I think this is the third time I've started a diary, which is a little disheartening... but y'know what they say, right? Third times the charm! Anyway, a little background on me - I'm a full time EMT working towards becoming a Paramedic (and subsequently a Fire-Medic... or perhaps a Flight-Medic, if I'm feeling particularly ambitious in a year or two) and although I love my job, its definitely helped me put on a few extra pounds. I was already overweight when I began, but long hours sitting in an ambulance have not helped my cause. Its also so much more convenient to simply pick something up while I'm out there, rather than taking the time to plan meals ahead and bring food with me on the rig.
I see patients every day and it scares me how bad some of their conditions are. Diabetes, kidney failure, heart failure, obesity, hypertension... the list goes on and on. I keep telling myself that I don't want to end up that way, but with the way things are going, I know that if I don't shape up soon, I'll continue to let myself go and then twenty or thirty years down the line, I'll be in the same exact position as my patients are now - transported via an ambulance 3x a week for dialysis, with missing limbs and high blood pressure that's through the roof.
My job is exhausting. I spend 8-12 hours a day driving all over the county, transporting from one hospital to the next. Its stressful. When you have a patient whose unresponsive, pale, nearly pulse less and having difficulty breathing, you get a big dose of adrenaline and it doesn't die down for a long time. Your heart is going a mile a minute and you're on this high, but then later, when its all over... you crash. You're spent. But you still have 5 more hours on duty, and then you get another call where someone else is in trouble. Its an endless cycle of ups and downs and by the time I get off shift, I'm beyond tired. I've been run to the ground and the last thing on my mind is eating a healthy meal and going to the gym. Most of the time, I end up stopping at a drive-thru on the way home and then falling asleep the instant I hit the bed.
I really can't take it anymore.
This isn't about aesthetics. This isn't about being a size 0. I just want to be HEALTHY. I'm tired of being tired all the time. I'm tired of running out of breathe just walking up a few flights of stairs. I'm tired of eating crappy food, and then feeling absolutely disgusted with myself five minutes later. I'm tired of living in fear, afraid of what will happen to me when I'm older and in even worse shape than I am now. I'm done. No more. Enough is enough.
I'm not quite sure where I was, but the other day I saw a picture/post from a few months ago that said something along the lines of, "Summer is nine months away. A human being is born in nine months. What can YOU accomplish in nine months?"
Nine months from now - September - sounds so far away, but in retrospect, its but a speck of time in the long years of your life. Is nine months of dedication really so bad? I don't think so. In fact, its a fair trade off. So much can happen in nine months! A group of cells can grow from almost nothing into a fully functional human being; you can start school in the fall, dead last in class, and then graduate valedictorian if you tried hard enough. Why am I wasting my time making excuses when the person I want to be - the person I KNOW that I can be - is only nine months away? I'm not saying that in nine months time, I'll be some world class athlete - no, all I'm saying is that, nine months from now, I'll be in 10x better shape than I am now. Because anything... ANYTHING... is better than the condition I'm in currently.
I renewed my gym membership for the next two years and I've been going for about an hour every day. I "officially" start my journey on Monday (I'm a bit OCD and have issues with starting anything in the middle of the week) but I'll still be posting here every day until then, just to get myself back into the habit.
This time, I promise to succeed, so you'll be seeing a lot of me from now on!
Until next time,
Pia
This is not my first time on the forum, but I wanted to start anew, so here I am. Previously went under the username "30poundsdown" but that didn't work out so well, and I didn't really like that name anyway
I think this is the third time I've started a diary, which is a little disheartening... but y'know what they say, right? Third times the charm! Anyway, a little background on me - I'm a full time EMT working towards becoming a Paramedic (and subsequently a Fire-Medic... or perhaps a Flight-Medic, if I'm feeling particularly ambitious in a year or two) and although I love my job, its definitely helped me put on a few extra pounds. I was already overweight when I began, but long hours sitting in an ambulance have not helped my cause. Its also so much more convenient to simply pick something up while I'm out there, rather than taking the time to plan meals ahead and bring food with me on the rig.
I see patients every day and it scares me how bad some of their conditions are. Diabetes, kidney failure, heart failure, obesity, hypertension... the list goes on and on. I keep telling myself that I don't want to end up that way, but with the way things are going, I know that if I don't shape up soon, I'll continue to let myself go and then twenty or thirty years down the line, I'll be in the same exact position as my patients are now - transported via an ambulance 3x a week for dialysis, with missing limbs and high blood pressure that's through the roof.
My job is exhausting. I spend 8-12 hours a day driving all over the county, transporting from one hospital to the next. Its stressful. When you have a patient whose unresponsive, pale, nearly pulse less and having difficulty breathing, you get a big dose of adrenaline and it doesn't die down for a long time. Your heart is going a mile a minute and you're on this high, but then later, when its all over... you crash. You're spent. But you still have 5 more hours on duty, and then you get another call where someone else is in trouble. Its an endless cycle of ups and downs and by the time I get off shift, I'm beyond tired. I've been run to the ground and the last thing on my mind is eating a healthy meal and going to the gym. Most of the time, I end up stopping at a drive-thru on the way home and then falling asleep the instant I hit the bed.
I really can't take it anymore.
This isn't about aesthetics. This isn't about being a size 0. I just want to be HEALTHY. I'm tired of being tired all the time. I'm tired of running out of breathe just walking up a few flights of stairs. I'm tired of eating crappy food, and then feeling absolutely disgusted with myself five minutes later. I'm tired of living in fear, afraid of what will happen to me when I'm older and in even worse shape than I am now. I'm done. No more. Enough is enough.
I'm not quite sure where I was, but the other day I saw a picture/post from a few months ago that said something along the lines of, "Summer is nine months away. A human being is born in nine months. What can YOU accomplish in nine months?"
Nine months from now - September - sounds so far away, but in retrospect, its but a speck of time in the long years of your life. Is nine months of dedication really so bad? I don't think so. In fact, its a fair trade off. So much can happen in nine months! A group of cells can grow from almost nothing into a fully functional human being; you can start school in the fall, dead last in class, and then graduate valedictorian if you tried hard enough. Why am I wasting my time making excuses when the person I want to be - the person I KNOW that I can be - is only nine months away? I'm not saying that in nine months time, I'll be some world class athlete - no, all I'm saying is that, nine months from now, I'll be in 10x better shape than I am now. Because anything... ANYTHING... is better than the condition I'm in currently.
I renewed my gym membership for the next two years and I've been going for about an hour every day. I "officially" start my journey on Monday (I'm a bit OCD and have issues with starting anything in the middle of the week) but I'll still be posting here every day until then, just to get myself back into the habit.
This time, I promise to succeed, so you'll be seeing a lot of me from now on!
Until next time,
Pia


But, as long as you keep a positive mindset and shoot for your goals (which is exactly what it seems like you're doing), then the stress from work won't interfere with your success more than it should.