It’s turning into a monthly weigh in update, even though I am weighing in every week.
I have been at this for almost a year (May). I’m officially in a size 8 and what I find funny is that according to the BMI charts, I guess a size 8 is considered OBESE because I’m STILL in the OBESE range of the BMI charts.
Those charts can kiss my ass.
Anyway, I really don’t even remember what I felt like this time last year, kind of. I know what I looked like because I’ve seen the photos and I remember not being able to breathe going up 5 steps or trying to get through just ONE song on my Wii Just Dance (something that I don’t get slightly winded, even after about 10 songs). I guess what I don’t remember is just being the old me.
I am now at a weight I haven’t been since about 10 years ago. And being that I’ve incorporated weight lifting (which I’ve been doing for about 6 months now) and power uphill walking and running, I am noticing muscles I never knew I had. I’m getting some killer arms to, thanks to the weight lifting.
However, all this will not stop genetics….Last Tuesday, I called 911, on myself.
I had been feeling light headed all day when going from a sitting to standing position and I felt like I had an elephant on my chest. I just ignored it, as I usually do, and went about my business.
That night, I go to bed then my stomach suddenly hurt, like knives were being pushed into my stomach. I made my way to the bathroom but then started to realize that I was going to pass out. I got cold, and not just like a “oh I’m cold” feeling. It literally felt like my blood turned ice cold.
I really thought I was having a heart attack and I was going to meet Jesus.
Thinking that I do NOT want The Boy to get up, as he was asleep in my bed, in the middle of the night and trip over my unconscious or possibly dead body, I knew I had to contact someone before I gave up the ghost.
I called my mother and according to her, she said at one point I blacked out because I stopped talking and the phone went dead. I do remember calling her but not hanging up with her and I only remember tid bits of calling 911 and I couldn’t give them my address nor the name of my apartment complex because I could barely speak. Things were getting black and hazy.
I made it back to my bed and my limbs began to tingle. Next thing I know, 4 or 5 firemen and paramedics are in my room. They were talking to The Boy (who handled all of this wonderfully, I might add) and they even gave him a little fireman’s hat. The paramedics took my blood pressure. It was low. But my heart and lungs were fine.
Fast forward, I take a trip in the Ambulance to the E.R. and spend the next few hours in a bed there while they take my blood, get urine samples, x-ray my chest and check my heart again, all of which were fine.
Diagnosis: The elephant I felt on my chest all day, was acid reflux. Fantastic….
The episode I had of cold and numbness….a panic attack. Even better….
So, I came to the conclusion that weight loss isn’t my only problem. Apparently, it is genetic that digestion problems, such as acid reflux, runs in the family. I am getting that checked. Although I don’t know what triggered it because I eat NO fast food, NO fried and NO fatty. I am monitoring what else may have done it. I’ve been fine since then though. That was a week and a few days ago.
A funny “what the hell is that story?!?” stemming from my paranoia of an E.R. visit. A few days ago I was lying down in my bed, my hands were on my stomach. I then stretched and my fingers felt this lump just to the right of my upper stomach. I feel a bit more going “damnit what now?” and hoping I wasn’t growing a tumor. Then I realized what I was feeling…..my ribs.
That’s right folks. I have NEVER seen nor felt my ribs since I can’t even remember. I would guess since I was a child? But there they were, my ribs. Of course, I was stretching so they were more visible but it was a laughable moment indeed.
Anyway, what were today’s results??
6 more lbs down!
Total: 66 lbs lost as of May 4, 2013!