Day 65 of 84- Week 9 of 12
For 20 plus years I’ve been on pills for high blood pressure. 4 weeks ago I stopped taking them but hadn’t told my doctor. Today, I made an appointment and went.
I sat down, he asked ‘How are you?’ I said “Good, and you?” He said “OK thanks – what you doing here then?”
My doctor, Dr Mc, is a top fella, tells you how it is, caring and always takes time and a genuine person with a rye sense of humour. As a family, we like and value him very much. I told him I’d stopped the tablets and he said that I look well and to roll up the sleeve. He did two BP readings. Both were fine. Absolutely fine. Then weighed and measured and referred to previous readings. I’d lost plenty. He said I looked well.
“It’s OK, no more tablets” he said “That’s remarkable and very uncommon” he went on. I was proper pleased with myself. After a while, after my inflated ego gave way a little I reflected on his comment about it being ‘uncommon.’
Each and everyday we are surrounded with information and images that show us the benefits of a healthy life, good food, and the real benefits. The information is accessible but what I’ve done, lost weight and got fit is… “uncommon”.
I feel quite sad about that.
That so many, choose, that’s choose, to make themselves feel crap.
That’s how I felt before, crap and down most of the time. Low energy, low self esteem with the world something to battle against and when that days war was fought, justifying filing my face with treats because I deserved nay, won them. The treat could be choc, seconds, thirds, and late night nosh to give me energy for the next days fighting.To add to my amour.
If I’m honest I used to find myself standing, looking inwards at the contents of the fridge. I don’t remember getting there but there I was, ready to pick morsels and more. The good news, no great news is I’ve found myself somewhere else entirely and it feels good. Proper good. Continue reading…