Progress

Almost up to one minute running to two minutes recovery. Wasted $19 buying an Adidas sports bra. It was $30 off but I couldn’t try it on and yeah, it does NOTHING for me. Adidas things XL size ladies are eight feet tall and an A cup. Well, I can use it for yoga if I don’t mind sagging, I guess.

Rainy weather makes me feel exhausted. Lots of public speaking opportunities; who knows, maybe I’ll make some money?

While it’s satisfying to watch fallout happen, I’d vastly prefer that people could see it coming and thus wouldn’t fuck me over in front of crowds so I had to bring this down on them. It would save everybody time.

Calories: far too many, all flesh-based.

“Insert today’s date”

or is that yesterday’s? Because I’ve been up since 9am yesterday and it’s now 8:05. And I’m a bit sleepy, but not terribly.

I did force myself to do a workout, Bollywood Blast, which is only a half an hour all told, but kinda choreography-y so I got confused. At least there’s no abs in it! Muddled most of the way through, but got cramps in both calves from the hopping. My calves are obviously a weak spot; I cramped up in my calves when I went for a long walk a few days ago, and it’s happened twice before. Never used to happen.

I’m taking my vitamins, taking my Evening Primrose Oil (what the hell, I bought it; might as well take it, even if I really meant to get St John’s Wort) and eating a balanced, primarily vegetarian, unprocessed, low salt diet, so WTF? And I’m hydrated to the gills, speaking of which, I shall go get another glass of water.

Re-read part of Live for Success; that’s still a damn good book. There are some speech exercises in it I might use the Telephone Your Blog function to do; it works pretty easily.

I have exactly four dollars and two cents to get to the 21st, which is when Paypal says it will free up my money, although it’s usually a bit faster than that. Here’s hoping. I have a jar of salsa, a flat of white eggs, extra-large and free range (I love the egg man; he’s just as cheap as the crappy eggs!) three bell peppers, two and a half servings of buckwheat noodles, and a half a bag of mushrooms. I think Sunrise’s $1 bag of chopped veggies and a bag of bean thread noodles will have to do, maybe with some spinach if I take back a few bottles or something. At least I’m not getting fat!

Sylvia said when I stood up she could see the weight I’d lost. That’s good to hear, because it came out of the blue and she really meant it. That’s the kind of thing that does give one motivation when one’s pants still seem tight and one cannot get into the jeans one is SURE one wore three months ago. But this shirt, which used to be snug, is loose and flapping, even though mah boobies haven’t gone down any in size. I suppose that’s the bright side.

My god, I have no idea how I afforded things like Internet, Hydro ($130+ in the winter for a one-bedroom apartment) and booze. I really, truly have no idea how I afforded it. If it weren’t for Grandma’s $2500 she left me, I’d have had to go on assistance over the summer, thanks to the classes sucking donkey dick all summer and Trueslant getting bought. And it is all gone now.

I’ve had an ear infection since Wednesday, but the doctor’s appointment is Monday. It was very painful last night and the night before; obviously, lying down isn’t good for it, not to mention I could probably use a fresh pillow, but I’m not going to get one till the economy starts putting out for me again. I’m working on it, I’m working on it.

Figure we can use Eventbrite on the Shebeen Club, and keep the price at $20, up it to $25 at the door. We’ll still get people at the door, and $5 extra is going to be useful. It’s very hard to bring it in at 15 for food, tax and service, and they ALWAYS screw up the bill or charge for me or the presenter. If we move to the Everything Cafe, I expect that problem to stop. But useful to know Salt Cellar also exists. Hmmm.

Last weekend I had to go to the hospital for bleeding, this weekend I’m still waiting to hear the results of the tests. All the bloodwork was in the normal range, except my iron and RBC count was down, of course from all of the bleeding. My potassium was elevated, for some reason. I don’t know what that means.

A number of things can lead to this condition, including kidney failure, the use of certain medications, problems with the adrenal glands, excessive intake of potassium, and conditions which cause the cells to release potassium such as a medical problem which leads to widespread cell death.

Well, that does not look good. Kidneys, adrenal glands, or widespread cell death. Not much fun, really.

Got my ultrasounds done Wednesday: abdominal and pelvic (internal; much easier this time for some reason). The pelvic examiner was friendly and had no particular remarks other than that there were a lot of fibroids but they didn’t look like anything serious. I couldn’t see the screen for that one. The abdominal one somewhat alarmed me when his first question was, “So you have a strong history of ovarian cancer?” Uh, no. I have an aunt who had it, and a second cousin who had cervical cancer, but that’s it as far as I know. I could see the screen on this one, but couldn’t make anything out. He was very thorough, and went over an area in my right side just at the bottom of the ribs, about halfway between my midline and my “edge” several times. On the screen I saw something that looked like a screaming mouse, with the ears and everything. As he woggled the untrasound thingy back and forth slowly, it shook its head. I don’t think that’s a good sign, but I don’t know what it’s saying exactly.

Except, I do know I can beat a mouse.

Doctor hasn’t called to discuss the results. I’m seeing my GP on Monday, will have them call the hematologist (who I now find out is an Olympic medallist in sailing0

Put the coffee on

Looks like I’ll be staying awake for awhile. My appointment for the ultrasound is at 8:30am tomorrow (yay, that’ll be a relief; although it will NOT be a pleasant experience and WHY is zemanta recommending I use a picture of some blonde in Groucho glasses to illustrate this? huh? I ask yez), which means I should acclimate myself to going to bed sometime after 9am. I do have a 2pm meeting tomorrow, as well. Hmmm, well, Mitch will understand if I’m a bit tired.

Wish I could get the hang of napping. But I can’t.

Web 2.00 – whatever

Well, at least I got two workouts in: about 20 minutes of an Increase your Energy workout from Self magazine and the 40 minute Latin Flavor Yoga Booty Ballet video, which was really only about 20 minutes of cardio and the rest abs and stretches. Didn’t make it through ALL the abs, but it’s much easier than most of the videos I’ve got. Very dancey choreography, of course, so I dropped the fancy arms and just tried to keep the feet in the proper places, with mixed success. Yes, I did break a sweat, so it counts.

Got a bit of a headache towards the end, but that might just be the paint fumes in here. I had the door open and aircon going though.Went away once I had the salad, come to think of it.

Until I get back to a reasonable number, I think it’s going to be two workouts a day for me. I really don’t see any alternatives.

Food: Bowl of cereal and milk; PB soup consisting of one tablespoon peanut butter, one green pepper, half an onion, and a bunch of celery with chilis and garlic and a bit of soup powder; one whole wheat pita with peanut butter and one packet of jam; one spinach salad with a lot of spinach, one yellow pepper, and a can of crab (80 calories, according to the label) with blue cheese dressing (light). One cup of coffee and one cup of cocoa, total sugars two packets. Total milk one cup, plus whatever I used on the cereal. One glass Pomegranate/red grapefruit juice.

No, I could not be said to be overdoing things.

Web 2.00

Oh, this is swell (so to speak). I’m now 20 lbs heavier than my mother at her fattest.

It wouldn’t be so annoying if I had a recent past of burgers and beer to blame it on, but I’ve been on a very restrictive diet for three months. I know they don’t work in the long term, but I had thought that, short-term, it’d be worth a shot even if all I lost was water weight. It appears that, despite 600-800 calories per day, I have become hydrophilic and should not walk outside in the rain, lest I balloon to 300 lbs. This is not physically possible, even for a woman my age, given normal biology, which means my biology is abnormal, which is always something I like to hear.

I had to bail on my friend’s house party on Bowen Island because of a bizarre combination of things that said GET TO A HOSPITAL so I went to a hospital and they asked me very seriously why I thought that having three periods in one month wasn’t reason to get a doctor’s appointment but instead left it so long I was actually low in blood because I’d been bleeding that much, and I didn’t have a good answer. They said they’re going to bump up my ultrasound that was scheduled for the 14th, but as I don’t have a phone they’ll have to phone my neighbor who will have to stick a note under my door, and that’s IF she answers her phone, which she frequently does not do. What I expect is that they’ll find the fibroids we noticed years ago have gone ballistic and will have to be taken out, and I also expect that the workout I did on Tuesday/Wednesday night, which was a killer, had something to do with this last iteration, as it came on within a few hours and was accompanied by a very bruised feeling inside, near my right hip.

If I’m lucky, they’re just fibroids. But I am not lucky, generally speaking. It’d sure be nice to be able to eat more than a bowl of cereal and a bowl of soup every day, and now that I know no diet will help me, I guess I can.

Yesterday I walked up Lonsdale to Dale’s place, although I had to stop and rest twice. I should probably seek out hill-walking sites to practice on, as it’s just as tough as running on the cv system and much less hard on the joints, etc.

Thinking do I work out here or don’t I?The gallery is stuffed with Polyfilla and paint and probably will be for the next several days. Put the wedge in the doorway and aircon on? I suppose I’ll live through it; can’t exercise outside my place without waking people up. Got to take it easy for at least a week, I think.