No, this is not another ‘no longer vegan,’ posts. It’s just a commentary on trying work around meds and supplements that aren’t exactly veg-friendly.
It’s a struggle, y’all. Not sticking to my way of eating, but trying to find vegan supplements and meds. I’ve found many that work, but not all are veg-friendly. Does it make me less compassionate? No. It means I’m one of the many dealing with this.
If you choose to judge me based on this mindset, so be it. Step into body on a high pain day(well, week) and talk to me afterward. I’m doing what needs to be done while I find the optimal balance.
Does it mean veg-friendly instead of certified vegan supplements? If the veg-friendly products work best, yes. Does it mean dealing with meds that have no vegan alternative? Yes, unfortunately. Does it make me sad? Yes.
I need to keep it together while on the journey. On days like today, that means healing by any means necessary.
I try to avoid the scale. I know, weight is a measure of health (so they say), and there’s a scale hop required at every doc’s visit and one at the physical therapist’s office. We always had a scale growing up and for some reason were expected to have one. I didn’t have one during my single days and didn’t care, but for some reason just had to have one once the life with hubs, kids, and dogs started. For some reason I felt like we needed one.
I hate the scale in general. It mocks me when I think I look smaller and feel lighter. It jumps out from under the bed and kicks me in the toe. It calls to me when I ignore it for too long, taunting me. Yes, I’m aware it may not happen that way, but it feels like it.
I had the opportunity to move on up to a prettier, less bossy scale and jumped at the chance. The timing was perfect because physical therapy was in full swing and so was my tweaked eating plan. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to add something else new
to the mix, even if it was as intimidating as a scale. The Ozeri WeightMaster Digital Bath Scale with BMI and Weight Differential Detection has a long name, sleek look, and nice features.
The first thing I noticed when I opened the package is how attractive the scale is. This baby is a nice-looking slab of
tempered glass with non-slip pads that are gentle on my hardwood floor. It came with batteries (nice) and clear instructions on
setting up separate profiles for multiple users. The Weight Differential Detection tracks changes from your last weigh in,
and averages of the last three and seven weigh-ins. How cool is that? I like this feature because I can accurately track my
results alone. Granted I had to teach the family to switch between profiles, but that was no biggie – when they paid attention.
The WeightMaster accepts weight up to 400 pounds. I don’t want to need that weight limit, but it’s nice to have that option. It also measures Body Mass Index (BMI), but honestly I try to ignore BMI measures myself because it doesn’t paint a clear picture of health.
I do love the Color Alert Technology which displays a green light for a loss and red light for gain. If I wanted to gain weight, I might find this annoying. But I’m all about gains in health and losses in fat and pants size.
I almost bought a different scale, but am glad the Ozeri WeightMaster fell into my lap. Not only is it accurate (compared to the doc’s scale) and attractive, it’s engineered and manufactured in the USA. More companies need to stay here instead of trying to move out of the country (I’m looking at you, Burger King). Ozeri stands behind their products with a 100% Hassle-Free Satisfaction Guarantee. Pick up the WeightMaster in (black or white) or check out Ozeri’s other scales. I won’t get on the scale more often, but when I do, it will be the WeightMaster.
I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Tomoson.com. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers.
Yes, it’s a new month complete with a new tropical storm (hi, Bertha). Kids are heading back to school, tax-free shopping weekend sales are starting, and the thought of a quiet house between 8 and 3 pm is making parents giddy.
Sorry, kids. Well, no, not really.
To me, the start of a new month is time to reflect on the gains of the previous month and set new targets for the current month. Notice I said gains? It’s my way of focusing on the positive. In July I increased resistance, speed, and strength. I hit a smaller size. I wanted to shop for clothing instead of just grabbing whatever I thought would fit. It sunk in that I need to eat if I’m going to succeed. No more drastic cuts to calorie intake. For August I want to increase my aquatic therapy sessions. I want to wear a certain top and have it look good. I want to improve on July’s fitness targets. See, all positive and also realistic and attainable. It took years to fall apart and it takes time to fully recover, heal, and thrive.
What are your August targets? You can reach them. I’ll be right here, cheering you on.
My name is Sherrie and I have a book problem. Am I the only one? I can’t be.
My problem started years ago and only became worse after a few months of library work followed by bookstore work. I loved every second of shelving and discovering new titles and topics. I love it when I get lost in a story or can almost taste the recipe by reading the ingredients. When I drop by the library I can’t seem to help myself. I walk in to return the stack I spent a month pouring through and leave with more.
Taking time for myself is a necessity. Reading for pleasure reduces stress and helps me relax. Even if the story has me wound up and jumping at the slightest sound, I’m more relaxed than if I’m working all day. Do you take time to read? What are you reading now?
I’ll catch you later. It’s time to curl up with a good book.
I don’t have much playtime these days, but that will change somewhat after finals next week.
We closed on the house & have started on the makeover. I’ll share pics soon. We’ve picked our paint colors, have kick butt hardwoods that need just a little love (30+ years under a carpet will keep ’em pretty). DD wants a black carpet and lavender walls – we can do that. DS wants royal blue & an area rug. Hubster & I are going with cafe a lait and a reddish accent wall.
We’re packing and cleaning, all excited and just plain happy. I’m fighting through a flareup from hell. ON Tuesday and Wednesday I repeatedly lost my balance while standing still. Joyous. It’s a sign that I need to go back in for another evaluation. Last time I was told that if things didn’t improve that surgery was my only option.
Oh f*ckity f*ck f*ck.
The family knows I’m having a flareup, but don’t know how bad it is yet. I know I should tell them, but summer is almost over, we’re starting a new chapter of our lives, and I don’t want to deal with the same questions and odd behavior thrown my way right after my diagnosis. What I really want is them happy until things slow down a bit.
If there was a time for comfort food, it’s now. I’ve been pretty good about that this past week. We had coconut cake and I didn’t have more the one slice a day and I didn’t have a slice every day. I made a wicked vegetable stew for dinner the other night and wallowed in it’s almost fat free, decadent, old school goodness. I followed the recipe from the winter 2007 issue of Don’t Eat Off the Sidewalk and added celery and green peas. The dumplings I didn’t like much (never have) so I only had the one (about the size of a half dollar coin).
As much as food could be used to comfort me, I won’t use it that way. I’m going to be on crutches soon enough at this rate – I don’t need to use food as one. Or alcohol. I’m so tempted.
I’m probably going to disappear for a day or two while I complete assignments and get more moving stuff out of the way.