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Day 1 – take 2

This is the story of my life–day one, take 2. I am forever making plans and then giving up, only to make a plan again.

Well, no more.

I’m for real this time.

I saw the cardiologist on Wednesday, and she scared me. My blood pressure is high. I tried to explain it away because, you know, I’m not a big fan of doctors, but it’s there. I took it yesterday at Meier just to double check, and the numbers were still too high. Hypertension 1.

Yikes.

I’ve had a headache for the past two days and I’ve convinced myself it’s from the high blood pressure, but I suspect it’s caffeine withdrawal. I’m trying to cut back a little on account of the high blood pressure.

It’s all a mess.

I have an appointment for a stress test in three weeks, and called my primary doctor today to schedule a physical. I scheduled a mammogram, too, just to prove to myself that I’m really doing this taking care of myself thing.

Yesterday, it was easy to stick with a normal eating plan. A handful of nuts and greek yogurt for lunch. There is a big bowl of halloween candy sitting on the coffee table, but you know what? It looks gross to me. I seriously don’t want it.

What I want is to feel good and be healthy. What I want is to be here for my children for a long, long time.

Day 1

I seriously need to lose weight. I stepped on the scale this morning, and weigh as much today as I did three days after my youngest child was born.

He’s seven now.

it’s not that I haven’t tried to lose weight. I have. I’ve tried eating clean, weight watchers, giving up sugar, giving up processed food, counting calories. Nothing has worked…at least not for long.

Basically, at some point in every diet I go on, I start shoving food in my mouth. Too much of it.

Just writing this post makes me feel like hunting for Halloween snickers bars because, HELLO, if I don’t say anything, nobody will notice that I need to lose at least thirty pounds.

Ahem.

I see a cardiologist on Wednesday. Chest pains landed me that appointment fast, and when I mentioned that my mother had her first heart attack in her forties, well, let’s just say their calendar opened up. In the midst of what I thought was a heart attack, I prayed and told baby Jesus that I would never eat butter again…or snickers…if I could just have another chance at taking care of my body. I swear, I’ll do it this time.

I have to.

I’ve got three boys and a busy household and way too many excuses. But I’m starting today, now, with my new diet program.

Just stop eating so damn much.

Join me?