Ran to the Urgent Care New Years morning. I have been sounding like a frog for 5 weeks. Figured it was probably viral and was willing to let it run it’s course. This weekend, however, it felt like the crud was starting to migrate into my lungs (before it was all in my head- literally), and I didn’t want it to morph into walking pneumonia.
My baby sister is an RN, so I called her the night before just to bounce my concerns off her…
Just to be clear- I don’t abuse my relationship with her…I pay her lavishly for her medical advice with apples. Last fall, she was the first person I let into the orchard to pick the Honey-crisp when they were ready. Baby sister thought 5 weeks was long enough and concurred with me.
Had a very delightful conversation with the nurse that took my story and my vitals when I got to the urgent care. Blood pressure was off the chart- in spite of the fact I had only had 1 small cup of my Starbucks french roast (freshly ground) brew.
Rechecked the blood pressure 3 minutes later – it had dropped 20 points but was still not good. I contended that I was still under the effects of the “White coat” syndrome.
When the nurse checked my weight, it too was off the chart 😦
Granted I still had my hooded sweat shirt on, shoes, etc. so I expected to be a few pounds over my normal . Wrong. Seems this holiday pause has agreed with me quite well, I am packing an additional 5 pounds just within the past 2 weeks.
Came home with 3 specific health related targets…
Get back to a weight I feel healthy at (the weight the chart says is my ideal weight is totally nonsensical.) It says I should be 170 to 185.
I have no desire to be a stick. Last time I got below 190, the cheeks in my rear hurt from the lack of padding when I sat down.
190 is as low as I will go. Thank you very much. I don’t care if I don’t qualify for a discount on my health coverage because I’m consider slightly overweight.
Second thing I did was order a blood pressure testing machine so I can check myself @ home, before I’m all jazzed on coffee etc.
I want to have a handle on my real blood pressure from here on out.
Not currently on any meds for anything, (except Starbucks french roast (beans freshly ground) and want to keep it that way.
Third thing I did was grab my wife’s little cloth measuring tape and measured my true waist size- not my pants waist number. Got a third wake up call 🙂
That baby has got to come back down a few notches…for sure for sure.
Diabetes also runs in my genetic pool..and I do have a sweet tooth. Been known to inhale a bar of Marzipan in one setting and not think twice.
The common denominator for several of my life health issues is (and has been) gulp, a lack of self control. I am so thankful I am not controlled by alcohol, smut or anger… but put a bag of salty chips, some french onion dip in front of me when I’m hungry and it’s not pretty..
So currently trying to reprogram my brain with this little Jewish proverb…it stirs something good in me:
“A man without self-control is like a city broken into and left without walls.”
I am not on a diet. I am on a lifestyle reboot.