Something changed. About two weeks ago I realized I'm not gonna die. At least not just yet. Along with the realization came a new vigor. I don't know what to attribute it to, but I'm taking it seriously and am getting "moving." Fortunately, there are several nice parks nearby with decent sidewalks and lots of smooth grassy areas to go "off-road" as well. Let's see how long it takes me to get my weight down. I was 261 at the doc's on Tuesday.
It's great (for us!) that you're out and moving! Was that Rooseveltpark?
261? Not really. I mean they don't give you a chance to take your shoes off let alone empty your pockets or get naked do they?! That 'doctor-weight' is always inflated!
In the community were Mom lived her last 5 or 6 years there were LOTs of walkers. Near the dining rooms and any other places where group activities took place there was designated walker-parking. They'd get you to your seat then the staff would wheel your walker to the parking area where it was out of the way.
Somewhere along the way Mom and Dad picked up a Smokey Bear plushie that traveled on the dash of whatever camping rig they had. Mom strapped Smokey to the front of her walker so she could keep track of which one was hers. We buried Smokey along with her urn next to Dad's.
That's a great story about your mom!! And a great idea! Imma look for the plush I put on the front of the roof-rack when I made camp (see top of old blog) and put it on the walker.
Looking back, I peaked in this past April at 270.
I started putting on weight around age 45. It stopped at 220 & held there for 13 years. I started losing traction in early '22. I couldn't walk as far and going to town for groceries wore me out. In July of '23, when Kristen and I parted in northern California, I told her goodbye. By late October, when I arrived in Albuquerque, I really thought I'd reached the end of my rope.
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ReplyDeleteSomething changed. About two weeks ago I realized I'm not gonna die. At least not just yet. Along with the realization came a new vigor. I don't know what to attribute it to, but I'm taking it seriously and am getting "moving." Fortunately, there are several nice parks nearby with decent sidewalks and lots of smooth grassy areas to go "off-road" as well. Let's see how long it takes me to get my weight down. I was 261 at the doc's on Tuesday.
DeleteIt's great (for us!) that you're out and moving! Was that Rooseveltpark?
ReplyDelete261? Not really. I mean they don't give you a chance to take your shoes off let alone empty your pockets or get naked do they?! That 'doctor-weight' is always inflated!
In the community were Mom lived her last 5 or 6 years there were LOTs of walkers. Near the dining rooms and any other places where group activities took place there was designated walker-parking. They'd get you to your seat then the staff would wheel your walker to the parking area where it was out of the way.
Somewhere along the way Mom and Dad picked up a Smokey Bear plushie that traveled on the dash of whatever camping rig they had. Mom strapped Smokey to the front of her walker so she could keep track of which one was hers. We buried Smokey along with her urn next to Dad's.
That's a great story about your mom!! And a great idea! Imma look for the plush I put on the front of the roof-rack when I made camp (see top of old blog) and put it on the walker.
DeleteLooking back, I peaked in this past April at 270.
I started putting on weight around age 45. It stopped at 220 & held there for 13 years. I started losing traction in early '22. I couldn't walk as far and going to town for groceries wore me out. In July of '23, when Kristen and I parted in northern California, I told her goodbye. By late October, when I arrived in Albuquerque, I really thought I'd reached the end of my rope.