Last month when I went for my annual physical my doctor was a little upset about my blood pressure being high. I think I talked about this before and the fact that I have a little bit of that white coat phobia. I regularly monitor my pressure and other than in the doctors office it is always fine. Although monitoring my pressures with a cuff at home every two hours for two days showed that my pressures are on the higher end of normal I decided it was time to do something to take care of me. Ever since I had the girls I have spent very little time worrying about myself. My health. My weight. What I eat or how much I exercise. So much of my energy goes into being a good mother and wife I forgot to worry about being a good ME.
So this gave me the impetus to do something for me. I have started eating better, which for me means no carbs or sugar (I have insulin resistance to go along with my PCOS). The sugar thing is fine but the carb thing is tougher. I enjoy my fair share of carbs. Over the past month I have forgotten what bread tastes like. I have also started fast walking 2.5 miles a couple of times a week. I would like to do this more but with the girls, the boys sports schedule, work and life it isn't easy to fit in.
It is slow going for me. Losing weight always is. I have screwed up my already slow metabolism pretty badly over my lifetime (another story for another day) so the progress is that of a sloth. I have lost 4 pounds. It hardly feels like a consolation for all the effort but it's something. I just keep telling myself (and I really do mean it) that the weight loss would be a nice secondary thing. I am doing this to be healthy, to keep up with my kids and to live longer. Women tend to disregard their own health and well-being because we are so worried about everyone else. So while I will never ever be getting into my skinny jeans or pre-twins bikini I do want to walk a little lighter and have a little more spring in my step.