Don't Eat That

I promised myself (and you the readers too for that matter) when I started this that it wouldn’t be another “diet blog”.  I didn’t want it to be another “exercise blog” or “whiney blog” or “obsessive eating of 2 dozen donuts blog” either.  But, for the most part, that’s what I’m about to tell you…

1.  It’s Monday, I weighed in down a total of 20 pounds again.  I have a stomach virus and just for giggles I weighed again tonight….I gained 2 pounds…amazing eh?  I was just being silly, no need to remind me that those 14 gallons of Gatorade actually weigh something.

2.  I have seen very little activity in the last week.  Last Week was a miserable week with the TMJ and on Wednesday I had steroid injections in each jaw.  I had to be sedated for this, but I still have the bruise on my cheek to prove it.

3.  I was miserable with that TMJ thing, the miserable from the steroids and then Saturday evening the stomach thing started.  No kidding…whiney blog, sorry.

4.  Last week was crazy and we went out to eat two nights with my in-laws who were visiting and we just…we just didn’t well ok?

So, with that, here we go….if I break 200, as in below not above this time…we re having a party…oh party, I forgot that 2 dozen donuts thing didn’t I? 

Well, first of all, who in their right mind puts a dental office across the road from a Krsipy Kreme donut shop knowing full well that I have no restraint when it comes to these things.  So, while half-sedated and instructing my mother on driving, I lead her to KK where we get 2 dozen donuts plus 1 for the kiddo.  And, I hate a dozen of them on the way home.  Honest.  the whole dozen.  The best I have it figured, my mom had 2, my husband had 1, my oldest had 1, my youngest had 2 so that’s 6 out of 25 that went somewhere besides my belly and that is 6 too many when we are talking about Krispy Kreme…I am so not kidding…

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Ok, so I started a post on Education Uncensored and if you want to know how it all came to be about the following, you’ll need to jump over there, read down to the part where it instructs you to jump back to here and then go back there for the grand finale. 

Sound like a major pain in the butt?  Yea, it is but mostly a pain in my jaws….but we’ll get to that. At last week’s tally I had lost 16 pounds and not one soul noticed.  By the end of the week I was down a total of 20 pounds.  This post is late because yesterday when I weight, I had managed to find 4 of those and return those to my body.  Lovely! 

But now, now I”m looking at some bigger issues of how to gain weight, not lose it.  You see, here I am, torn cartilage in my jaws which has rendered me almost as helpless as my broken leg did.  I mean, you can use crutches or a walker (in my case) to get around with a broken bone and generally, you don’t have this feeling in your whole body of just general run over opossum.  And, to answer my cousin’s question, no indeed, I do not smell like road kill.

However, my jaws started to flare up about 2 or 3 months ago and of course everyone chalked it up to tension, stress, gritting and grinding my teeth.  But, I had already paid a small fortune for the diagnosis of a “grinder” and had a mouthpiece made to help with this.  So, now what? 

For 2 months or more, I’ve worn this stinking mouth piece day and night.  I take it out to eat, to brush my teeth and the appliance and to talk on the phone.  Talking in person is not so bad, people can generally make out what I’m saying.  But on the phone, I sound much like one big drug slur. 

And, still, no relief.  I saw an oral surgeon last week.  I had a test run the next day.  I saw him for results today.  And, the diagnosis?  Torn cartilage in my jaws. 

The answer?  There are several but the most obvious place to start is with cortisone shots.  Because hey, I’ve just lost almost 20 pounds, let’s go get some steroids shot up in us and see how long it takes to gain it back.

I am part of a team of EASports folks but because of my broken leg which I not even been given the all clear for major exercises, I’ve only been doing static exercises.  But, it’s amazing what static exercises and a change in diet (regardless of whether you simply decide to watch what you eat or your jaws hurt so bad that you don’t want to bother), the weight will start to dissipate. 

And the proud kicks in.  But, then, you look, 16 pounds gone and not one person has noticed.  How in the heck did that happen?  How do you lose 16 pounds, 20 now and no one notices?  According to my husband, you wear baggy clothes and pj’s all the time and no one can tell.

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Anyway, back to where I was going with this originally.  I have torn cartilage in my jaws.  Tomorrow, I will be sedated and this horrible steroid shots will be injected into my jaws and I, I hope to be a new woman in a week.  If not, then I get another set of these beauties.  And then, hopefully, I am back to being a chatterbox, verbally, not just with my fingers, and all is well for a period of time.

However, if no results come from these shots that are almost too painful to even think about, I will have jaw surgery.  Hey, that could render me losing some weight.  But….that’s not exactly what I had in mind either.

Now, honestly, I want and need to lose some weight.  And, if you’ve seen a photo of my face, you know that it is is swollen most of the time, here let me show you…

Notice that MY right is much worse than my left.  I have torn cartilage in both places but the right is worse.  And, the oral surgeon confirmed today that some (and of course he couldn’t know for sure) but some of that swelling could be from the torn cartilage.  I mean, duh, you get swelling in your knee’s when you tear cartilage, right?

And, normally, normally as in, in the past, when I have lost weight, my face is the first place to show the loss and the last place to show the gain.  But, this time, no loss was noticeable and possibly we know why now. 

And so the saga continues…2009…there’s just not much left for me to say other than…you suck….

For the remainder of this story, you’ll have to jump back over to Education Uncensored.  Sorry!

Well, I’m no where near ready for photos of me in a swimsuit or anything like that, and to be honest, this week was pretty insignificant since I managed to only hold steady at 209 pounds.  I do think that next week will be my release date for doing more, however, the ortho seems to think that I’ll never get the ankle as strong as I want or expect.

I mean, you know, really, I guess even if it does have a rod, screws and all that, it is probably way stronger than it has been since I was in college and spraining it every few weeks only to go back to the field before it healed properly.  Hey, we might have just figured out why this all happened in the first place, eh?

So, anyway, considering we ate out 3 times last week, holding steady this week is really an accomplishment.  And, well, count that piece of apple pie and you have a recipe for trouble.  So, here we go, a new week ahead and a fridge stocked with ice cold water instead of cans and cans of soda….woot woot!  Go me!

I am going to take a break from the never ending updates on my broken ankle/leg/bone graft/whatever to pose a question to you.  That would be you, my one lone reader…hey waving at you out there one lone reader…

Ok, silliness aside, I in talks (read twittering with) someone who is relatively well known in the fight against childhood obesity.  Yes, there are many out there who are part of this and some are actually celebrities *waving at you Arnold Swaz”.  And, I am doing my best to have another celebrity/celebrity blogger join us here on this blog in a national fight against childhood obesity.

I haven’t always been large.  I wasn’t obese as a child. As a matter of fact, in third grade when I was forced to change schools, all the teachers thought I was in the first grade.  Ahem…how dare they?  HaHa  However, I did enter puberty sooner than most of my classmates and I did take a lot of heat from them about my boobs and my butt and oh my, those other female bodily functions.  But, even then, I had an athletic frame, I could carry more weight than most of my peers and the breasts even though they were there and larger than my eighth/ninth grade peers, they were barely there because of the width of my shoulders.  My frame definitely falls into what the experts label as athletic. 

The problem came when I had the shoulders, the breasts, the hips, the legs, girlfriend used to have a hot set of legs but the downfall came when I started to gain weight in my mid-section.  Hindsight it was probably a side-effect of PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome) but I didn’t have anyone to turn to to help me deal with it.  And, so, yes I had an athletic frame but my waist was basically the same size as my hips and shoulders.  No, 36, 28, 36 or however it is suppose to be on this body.

By the time I graduated I had managed to work myself into decent shape and was confident enough in a swimsuit, a one piece only, that I hit the beach after graduation and never looked back.  But, then, the weight started adding up.  When I was 23 I had managed to lose enough weight to put myself into a bikini for a summer of beach fun but since then, the stomach is a huge issue.

As it is now, yes, my hips, my waist and my shoulders are basically all the same.  And, the breasts?  They are purely fat.  If I weighed anywhere near my goal weight, I could easily fit into a B cup bra and I would be queen of the world.

So, with that, no I did not suffer from childhood obesity.  However, I was raised on fast food.  My dad and I would flip a coin for who chose the joint the burgers would come from on any given night.  Meals cooked and/or eaten at home occurred about once every two or three months.  I would eat home cooked meals at my mom’s about once a month.  (Mom and Dad divorced when I was 4, I lived with dad from 13 to 19 when he died.)

So, food habits that were born and bred in me as a teenager haunt me even still to this day.  I prefer fast food and restaurant prepared food to anything that even resembles a meal made at home.  I know that sounds nuts but we only cook at home when we know that financially we can’t eat out in any particular week and we buy foods that can be prepared at home.  And, even still, we are talking, spaghetti, sloppy joes, chicken nuggets, french fries, frozen pizza, etc.

I hope to add at least one celebrity fitness guru here (as if I don’t qualify?  I do have a degree in Physical Education).  My goal is to add someone who is currently practicing fitness perfection instead of merely knowing what to do but not necessarily doing it.  And, if I can add a person from the EASports community, I am going to do that as well. 

Plans, dream big is the goal, be healthy is the goal and in reality, size doesn’t matter as long as my arteries aren’t clogged and I can walk up a flight of stairs without passing out.  I am determined and I am hoping that by adding a couple of professionals to the mix, I can get some motivation from them. 

So, keep checking on me, hopefully many big things about to happen….