My weight has been creeping up again. Am I brave enough to actually post it? My BMI says that I am obese. I have a hard time with that. I know I am fat but obese? That is not important. I know I will feel better if I eliminate some of the extra fat I am carrying around. My knees and other parts of my body are starting to complain. My knees are what pushed me to get rid of 35 pounds and keep it off for the past number of years. ('Dieting' has been going on for so long that I no longer remember what or when but I do know that so far, I am still below 200. To get below that number was my goal for a long time.) At 193.6 (there, it is public), I am getting uncomfortably close to going over that number again.
I have the morning off. Living with a retired husband doesn't give me much time to call my own. Wednesday morning is when he volunteers at the hospital. Usually I am volunteering at Hospice on Wednesday morning. We sew comfort bears and lap quilts for the residents. This week, however, the room we use is being used by another group and so I am home alone. I miss having time to myself and so I am enjoying the peace and quiet. There are other things I could be doing and yet, here I sit, thinking about my body. Part of the problem is that I haven't been feeling A-1. I just had a check-up and everything is good (except for the weight) but I always wonder if I could change something about my diet that would help me feel better. Feeling well, is more important to me than a number on the scale.
And now I am wondering just what my next step will be. How I eat now is much improved over how I ate in the past and yet there must be improvements I can make. I met with a dietician at my doctor's office last week. I see her again in two months. Wouldn't it be great to see a lower number?
Well, at least you've got another blog friend in the same dilemma! It's just so frustrating for weight to be something I've had to worry with my entire life. One has to stay so vigilant and every person's way of managing their weight is unique to them. I will support you in any way I can. Ironically, it was also my knees that said, "no more pounds please!"
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