Not been having a good time lately. Nothing to do with weight loss, just external factors of a personal nature. Anyway, for the past few days, my weight has fluctuated. The last time I entered a weight was six days ago, back then I was 127.70 kilos. Today I weigh in at 126.60 kilos. Bearing in mind I was at this point two weeks ago you can see how small the overall change has been.
There were a lot of things that went wrong including a massive depressive episode and a surfeit of food, obviously not a good combination. Tho, to be honest I still think I’m carrying a lot of it in my gut! Maybe some Movicol would help, I’ll take some later and see what develops.
Oddly despite the weight etc, I think I’m still badly dehydrated. Apart from the weather, I think it’s because I simply *forget* to drink! You may think this is odd, but it’s just how things are. I suppose being brought up in the UK where the weather rarely gets arm enough to dehydrate you the habit just didn’t develop. Who knows, the end result if the same whatever caused it.
I’m beginning to see a couple of the effects of weight loss that I’d been warned about. Firstly is the hair loss; my long gray hair has been falling out in chunks. The pony-tail still exists but there is a massive loss of ‘body’, and the hairbrush looks as if *it* has more hair on it than my head! I hope it will regrow, but if not, I’m sure I’ll cope. Secondly, the rolls of fat on my body, including my arms, legs and stomach, are slowly reducing and my skin is starting to fold over itself requiring a much more ‘vigorous’ hygiene regimen or I’ll start smelling like an old dog left outside in the rain (not a pleasant prospect for anyone… especially me!). Thirdly, and associated with the previous point, my face is beginning to look like a melted candle as the fat layer is removed slowly. Ok, I’m 76 so I should expect to have wrinkles in my skin at this age anyway, but not, I think, to this level.
Moving along to ‘exercise’, the trips around the Easter Show stretched my legs a lot… to the extent I was hardly able to walk at all in the afternoon! Still, the ‘stretching’ meant that once I’d recovered, which took a few days, I felt more able and inclined to do a little more so my poor dog finally got out to go for a walk. We didn’t go far, partly for his sake (you have to be careful walking young dogs because of the danger of damage to their joints) but… of course… mostly mine. We know the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but I *do* intend to go out with him daily, if only for a little while… even in the rain.
I’ve said elsewhere that ‘things have to change’ in my life and the weight loss and the exercise are just steps on a path. Hopefully, there’ll be more steps to come and life will improve. As usual, I end with a “We’ll see!” comment. Make of it what you will. 🙂
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