Intervention

It's been a long time since I had to do one of these intervention posts!

Well, I suppose there's plenty in the way of stress I can chalk this week's scale reading up to. Hearing that I was going to need surgery was a tough pill to swallow. When I'm stressed, I snack. And two doctor's visits this week even cost me one of my walks. (I'm going to try and make that up this afternoon.) At any rate, I weighed in at 147 this morning --- 2 lbs. heavier than last Sunday. I've got no time to waste. I can see all those holiday goodies on the horizon. Doesn't it seem like there are good things to eat everywhere you go between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day? I may as well whittle away as much as I can before the holiday temptations begin...

Fitness
I purchased some a pair of 2-lb. wrist weights yesterday, so will be wearing those now as I do my morning and evening exercises everyday and when I walk on the weekends. They feel so heavy right now compared to the 1-lb. wrist weights I've been using, but I'm sure I'll get used to them! I'm starting to see some real muscle tone in my upper arms so the weights are making a difference. Several weeks ago, I added some butt squeezing exercises (how's that for vintage terminology!) to my evening routine - 20 reps. I'm also going to add some basic crunches --- nothing too strenuous to start with, just 5 reps per evening. If there's one thing that's really paid off when it comes to this diet, it's the muscle toning. It was only when I began adding these kinds of exercises to my daily routine that the weight really began falling off.

Boy, aren't you glad we don't have to work out in those bulky sweatsuits in the picture above? Exercising will probably never be my favorite thing in the world to do, but I'm grateful as can be that I can do it in fitted workout gear!

Reducing
I don't have any new missions along this line, but I do have some "housecleaning" to do. For instance, as the weather's gotten a little colder, I find myself slacking off on my water intake each day. That's obviously not paying off, so it's back to the 64 oz. per day - no ifs, ands, or buts. I'm also going to make an extra rigorous effort when it comes to snacking and portion control this week.

Week Thirty-seven: The Mission

As those of you who read my blog last Sunday learned, I've now lost enough weight that my blood pressure has begun to fall naturally. This is great news! For the last two years, my blood pressure has been so high that I had to take both a medication and a diuretic to treat the condition. When I saw my doctor a few weeks ago, she told me that I didn't need to take the diuretic any longer and - if I continue losing weight - I should be able to slowly reduce the medication dosage over time. I held off as long as I could, because I knew that I would gain some water weight when I stopped taking the diuretic. As my body adjusted to carrying around a normal amount of water in the tissues, I'd see that reflected on the scale.

Sure enough, I have. Sunday was my lost dose of the diuretic. Since that time, I've gained 4 lbs. --- presumably in water weight. I've gone from a fantastic 174 to a dreary 178. I'm trying not to panic. This is a good thing. It needed to happen. I'm thrilled to see my blood pressure responding so nicely to my weight loss. But, boy, are those numbers hard to swallow. All my instincts are screaming at me, "Just stop eating entirely!" "Work out five hours a day!" "Stop drinking water!" And I'm trying desperately to talk myself down and stick with the hard work I've been doing all the while. It's working. I know it's working. I've just got to keep slogging away. My body is loving the added water weight. It's better for my skin, better for my hair, better for my organs. My kidneys alone have got to be singing "Hallelujah!" that they're no longer pulling overtime.

So here I am. 4 lbs. heavier than last Saturday, but with a decidedly healthier anatomy. Maybe the distraction of a new vintage beauty mission is just what I need...

Fitness
It's time to add some strength training to my fitness routine. I've been giving so much attention to my legs that my arms could really use some work. Rather than use the dumb bells and barbells that might have been found in a '40s reducing salon, I'm going to start with a very modern pair of 1-lb. wrist weights. I found a set made by Reebok last night and strapped 'em on before my walk this morning. They're just heavy enough to make my arms work a little harder. I'm also planning to use them while I do my limbering and stretching exercises in the mornings and evenings.



Reducing
1940s nutritionists were acutely aware that women following a reducing plan might not be getting all the minerals and nutrients needed for optimum health, so they frequently recommended some sort of "vitamin concentrate" or "multiple-vitamin preparation" to supplement the diet. This was an era of steadfast faith in science, so the idea of vitamins was hot, hot, hot. People figured if they could formulate precisely what the body needed to function then it was simply a matter of taking a scientific approach to things in order to supply those needs. I've always believed I could do that just as easily by eating a varied diet (and my bloodwork has usually agreed), but I'm not perfect. I've still got plenty of work to do in building a better diet --- so in the meantime I'm going to begin taking a multivitamin. It took some time to pick out a vegetarian-friendly formula, but I purchased one a few days ago. It needs to be taken three times a day with meals.

Grooming
Here's the next step in the 1946 grooming routine. After taking my evening bath (or morning shower on the weekends), I'm to put that bath towel to work:

Rub yourself dry, so that you tingle all over and chest and back turn a healthy pink.