July 29 – 2,500
Today was a strange day. Started out pouring and once again, I was feeling it in my soul. But after a surprise conversation with my mom and oldest daughter, I felt ready to conquer the day, which had finally brightened up. Too bad it was 2pm by then. LOL! And, yeah, ugh. Still, hubby and I went out and walked. We saw this lovely fountain!
Little disappointed with the steps… but… one of the things my mom and I talked about is how I’m not just hoofing it around the neighborhood. I am purposely searching for scenes that feed my soul. In that way, I’m always a success!
July 28 – 4,000
While walking at a park I have been to many, many times (inside the car, only) I stumbled across a scene that reminds me so much of The Jungle Cruise at Disneyland! I see they’re making a movie about it, too. It’s one of my three fave rides (the other two are Pirates of the Caribbean and The Haunted Mansion!)
July 27 – 3,021
I wasn’t gonna walk. I woke up to thunderstorms inside and outside…
My husband is on holidays and once again (for the bazillion-eth time) we can’t go anywhere. I’m feeling sorry for myself.
I laid (lay, lie, lied?) in bed and wondered if I’m falling into another depression? There is NO reason, as I have been LOVING my days. Then I remembered… oh yeah… depression doesn’t care (just like shingles, if I’m to believe the commercial). Then I also realized that my gut hasn’t been… cooperative… lately. Spastic colitis. Gotta love it. That makes you (me) feel sluggish and heavy.
“Screw it all,” I said to myself, as I dragged my ass out of bed and into my cutest (and most comfy) workout duds. <<< soft, blue, very light sweat pants and a tie-dyed tank in blue, purple and green.
I DID get out there… right next to the water, which I was craving… and I snapped this photo while I was there! Yay, me!!
July 26 – 3,234
It was a GLORIOUS morning and I found yet another woods to walk through!!
July 24 – 3,143
A slow and rainy day. Just added steps along my travels and the last 1,500 or so at home, while listening to music! We plan to take a bonus walk tomorrow – supposed to be sunny! I don’t normally share on Sundays, but I just might wanna! Have a great weekend, all!
July 23 – 3,837
I saw water lilies today!! I also got pooped on by a bird. Ugh. LOL I figured it was time to go home, then. And so, I did! Hahahaha!
July 22 – 3,711
I found a butterfly garden and a family plot on my travels today!!! God, I love where I live!!!
July 21 – 4,337
On June 7, I embarked on a Health Journey for many reasons outlined here >>> First Accountability & Encouragement post.
WordPress doesn’t like adding to one blog post day by day, especially with photos, so for the last two weeks or so, it’s been losing posts or crashing whenever I add to the original.
Therefore, here we are… Post 2. And some things will be different. I’ll get to that in a moment.
First, a series of selfies since Day 1
The last photo – taken today, July 21 – gives a very good example of what lipedema looks like. My legs are very heavy, lumpy and bumpy, with cankles. And while the photos were all taken in the same mirror, obviously I had some trouble standing in the exact same place, so closer — further — closer. Oy!
Now, I always had heavier legs, which is why I didn’t realize that there were signs of lipedema right there! Right below my knee (on both legs) is a blob. I remember asking my doctor what that was and in typical fashion, she said it was fat. Lose weight. Helpful. Not.
Two years later, during my last pelvic exam, she said, “You know, I think you have lipedema. Look at this,” and she turned her computer around and showed me photos. Yep, there were my blobby legs in all their glory. Well, not *mine* exactly but they sure looked like it!
While lipedema mostly affects the lower half of the body (and mostly women) I am in the 30% of patients in which it affects the upper limbs as well. (Link)
I’m sharing these photos in order to show the progression of just walking from 1000 to 4000+ steps daily. It may not look like much to you but I can clearly see the lumps and bumps smoothing out all over my body. It’s like the fat is moving around, too. My stomach is flatter and my waist is trying really hard to break through!
It’s been six (going on seven) weeks and walking has changed my life in so many ways!
- I have more energy
- I’m proud of myself
- I’ve seen things I never would have otherwise seen
- I feel closer to God, who I believe created all the beauty I’m seeing in nature
- I have a purpose, which is to heal
Up until now, I’ve snapped a shot of my steps from the app on my phone. I think I’ve proven to you over the years (and in my first accountability thread) that I am honest, so I’m going to simply type out the number of steps or what I did on any given day in the heading.
Today, as you can see in my heading, it’s 4,337 steps.
At some point, yes, I will share my weight… not yet… it’s still too embarrassing. It will be less-so when I say, “I used to weigh… and now I weigh…”
I am reminded of a story: I was about… oh… 26, I guess, and for reasons I don’t feel like going into at the moment, was the only one working and supporting our little family of five. I was a stressed mess with three kids under four and a husband who wasn’t working.
Back in the 1980s, I was a bank teller. The other tellers and I were balancing our tills and just chatting one evening and weight came up. I’m not sure what would make me chime in and be honest about my own weight – um, I had no shame? – but at the time, I weighed 225 and said so. My manager gasped and said I weighed as much as Arnold Schwarzenegger! They all turned to look at me and it felt like they instantly lost any respect they had for me. There were some giggles.
At that *very moment* my world stopped. I was not only embarrassed, I was humiliated. I didn’t work there much longer.
Until I met my (current and final) husband, I never again shared my actual weight with anyone. I only told him because it keeps me accountable. And yes, it’s embarrassing, even though he loves me.
So, yes, I will be sharing… when I’m comfortable.
What I will say is that thus far, I have lost a solid ten pounds in seven weeks from WALKING alone. Just that. I haven’t changed my diet, which was always okay except for bingeing. I can’t bring anything binge-worthy into the house. I’ll eat it. So no cookies, cakes or ice cream. Do I have an occasional treat? Yes, on Sundays, usually. Though yesterday, if you’re following along, you’ll know I hit the bakery for my husband’s low-sugar bread… and scones. Bought six, ate three. See what I mean? Can’t. Do. It.
Like my previous post, I will add the days on top of this one so the newest is on top. And I’m using a featured photo of something pretty so my big behind isn’t pinned up there for all to stare at. LOL
And finally, I thought I’d have hit 10,000 steps by now but boy, I was NOT prepared for what my body would tell me. It’s one thing to be tired – even dog tired – and another altogether when lipedema-inflamed legs simply STOP working. When that happens, I listen. I WILL get to 10,000 but while I’m pushing myself… I’m also being gentle when necessary. I believe that a steady, daily practice is better than giving up because I pushed too hard.
The featured photo is a timepiece… a sundial!!! … and isn’t it spectacular? I saw it on my walk today… at what time? Nearly 11am…
And all is well.