Overworkedjanet

 I guess it's time for my weekly update. My weight has remained the same, and thank goodness! In addition to caring for my recovering spouse, I had control of a teen and a pre-teen for a few days while their mom and dad took a break. The eldest is on a trip with a classmates so it was the younger grandkids. I also had their dog! Poor doggie has a non-malignant tumor on her leg that needs constant bandaging and she needs to be a bit drugged to keep her from "worrying" it. She plays dead when it's time to go back in her crate. Serious dead. I said let's go, and she dropped and rolled on her back! My grandson videoed the play for his mom. I ended up incrementally lifting/dragging the 57 pound beast on the wood floor by her harness until she got near her crate. I swear she was smiling the whole time. Once near, she flipped over, tail wagging, and got in.  I said Grrrrrr. Having a 13 year old and ten year old who are bored to death is loads of fun.  Crayons no longer w...

Here's one of my PSAs for all 5 of you folks who read my musings. My man is now home, his usual self,. This is for strokes, but can be applied to any brain issue. BE FAST B - Balance: Sudden loss of balance, coordination, or difficulty walking. E - Eyes: Sudden changes in vision, such as blurriness, double vision, or vision loss. F - Face: Sudden facial drooping or numbness; ask the person to smile to check. A - Arm: Sudden weakness or numbness in one arm; ask the person to raise both arms to see if one drifts downward. S - Speech: Sudden slurred speech, trouble speaking, or difficulty understanding; ask the person to repeat a simple sentence. T - Time: Time to call 911 immediately if you observe any of these  Feeling fatigued and dizzy on occasion set a repeat CT scan in motion, but it took several weeks to schedule.  DH took the recycling can out Monday night in the twilight. When he came in he said "I want you to know I walked up the (50ft ) driveway and found I ...

Hasn't this been a banger of a week? Happy Independence Day. I am independent of 16.3 pounds.  The pill I am now taking has less of an impact on my entire system and I am more comfortable than I was with even the lowest dose shot. I don't need a rocket ship, a canoe works fine. After all, it took me 20 years to reach my highest weight. I shouldn't take a couple of months to remove it; a slow and steady drop is healthy. There is definitely something in one of the mechanics that increases insulin or glucose removal from your system. I equate this to my needing thyroid medication. I readily accepted that I needed meds. Why would a defect of some sort in these dietary hormones be considered any different? I'm doing the defensive work in creating a better dietary outlook for myself, the hormone replacement is fixing what I've lost. A forever-medication doesn't seem so unbelievable if I use it like my other replacement meds. I am still measuring as I have for years, i...

 It's that time of week, weighing in on weighing in. First off, I started taking the weight loss pill, Foundayo on Friday. It's the same manufacturer of Zepbound, but the pill only has one ingredient, not two. Don't ask me what, I forget. It works immediately. By the time lunch rolled around, I didn't care. I stopped visiting the refrigerator. Let me digress... Thursday night I had the human equivalent of the "zoomies" in the kitchen. I've hurt my back last weekend drilling and screwing the new pool steps in. It has gotten better, but it hurts. I received several pieces of mail related to DH's accident, insurance-wise, and I was PO'd. I hate insurance. So, there I was at the end of the day and my rope, in the kitchen with a tin of brownies and bag of newly opened hot and sweet beef jerky. When the damage was done and I tallied my fit in Cronometer, I had eaten maybe 1400 calories for the day. Big deal. Not a thing. Minor. But it was the action, not...

 Please enjoy the fathers in your life today and the memories of yours. Memories and words of my dad are frequently evoked, as he had a wonderful impact on all our lives. Right now his ashes are fluttering in the current political upheaval. Here I am, I think this is week 11, in my current weight loss quest. My numbers are holding steady, still around 13 pounds down. Without the benefit of GLP-1 drugs, I'm noticing food. I've opened the refrigerator looking for "something", but have so far left empty-handed. I also think about what I might have in a next meal, which was a quality missing when on the drug. Interesting. I've invested some effort in recipes that are high protein and storable for several day's meals. I've mentioned before, I like the Eating Well website. You can adjust the servings of a recipe by the click of a button, no calculations necessary. Yesterday I made a tofu and zucchini picatta, a play on chicken picatta, with chickpea pasta. I mar...

The GLP-1 judge is considering a mistrial.  The jury has been deliberating for 9 weeks and can't come to an agreement. There have been all-night sessions of why and is this worth it, to a full bomb scare and evacuation (pardon the pun) resulting in a brief stint in the ER. What I have to show for the work is a 12.2 pound loss, and a bill that thankfully Medicare and supplementary insurance will pay, or do they not pay for "self-inflicted" illness? Mind you, that's a good amount of weight removal for any time I've been on a diet. I'm surprised that the week-long disaster with the new dose of not eating and toileting resulted in a gain. It shows my body has some serious survival tactics! I consumed an average of 500 calories a day for the week. Three days it was less than 300. In theory, as I had taken the higher dose, it should have continued to work throughout the week and I would have seen at least a .5 pound deficit for the week. I'll claim it's wate...

 How predictive was that article about Miyam Bialik's experience with GLP-1? Spot on. On the higher dose, I started to experience some intestinal distress. I was not prepared for how intense it would get, but ingested Imodium along with my electrolyte drinks. I can tough this out. Day 4 it got worse. Since my appetite is extremely suppressed, it was getting hard to find anything to eat that would help.  Day 5, I took a ride in the big rig with flashing red and blue lights to the Emergency Room! I was so dehydrated, I could only walk about 15 feet which was my advantage point to the bathroom. I was not going to rely on my own two feet to get into DH's car, drive through 7AM rush hour traffic at a snails pace all the while "holding it in", and then sit in the ER waiting room. Notable things that happened: DH turned on his scanner as soon as he made the call for the ambulance. The dispatcher clearly announced "an elderly 72 year old with dehydration, can't walk...