Slow and steady wins the race

Week 6 weigh in and I was down another 1.6 lbs, total to date: 16.6 lbs!

I’ve learned a few things in the past 6 weeks:

1. Losing weight over 40 is a LOT harder than losing weight at age 30 or younger. 17 years ago I hit my all time high after another lengthy stint on steroids to control my arthritis symptoms. When I weened off and really focused on diet and exercise, I dropped 50 lbs without really trying and another 40 in less than a year. While I’m very happy with the progress I am making, it’s nothing like the younger me saw and I’m working harder to achieve it.

2. My arthritis is much worse than I realized. Over the years I’ve been on some many different meds that controlled my symptoms and the past 3 years I’ve been steroid dependent. With slowing weaning off the prednisone, I am feeling the full effect of my arthritis and it is not good. For years my biggest fear is reaching the point of needing a knee replacement, I think that time is coming faster than I would like. Due to my increased pain, my exercise is more limited, which makes me worry about progress going to forward. I just need to keep moving, even if its less than I had been able to do, moving burns calories!!!

3. My will power is much stronger than I thought. I’m not stupid, I know what I should eat, how much is too much and what to avoid if you want to lose or even maintain a healthy weight. This “diet” has been easier than I feared going in. One big reason is my husband is being very supportive and doing this with me, to a point. That makes it much easier.

Week 6 in the books, now to look forward to week 7!!!


Suck it up and smile

When you suffer with a chronic medical condition, you have two options: sucks it up, smile and face your day or give into the pain and give up. I was diagnosed over 20 years ago with psoriatic arthritis. In that time I have had periods of great pain in which each day it is a true struggle to get out of bed and face my day. On those days, there are no awards for covering the fact that my pain is winning. There have also been other periods that medications have erased all signs of the disease. I go about my day with no pain and no one around me had a clue that at any moment things can take a sudden turn.

Today is a painful day. Actually, the past several weeks have been getting progressively worse. The thing about advances in medicine are the diseases seems to advance right along with them. I have gone years with medications working miracles, to wake up one day as if I have taken nothing to manage my pain. I realize with age comes the normal wear and tear on the body, so I have two forces working against me at this point in my life. I also know that my disease is progressive, it will not “get better”, my best case is to maintain and find a treatment plan that manages my pain consistently. I am not one that likes to make it know that I have a chronic medical issue or that I’m in pain. I am not looking sympathy and asking for help has always been difficult for me. I in no way think this makes me stronger than others, in many ways its stupid to hide the truth and power through in pain when there are many wonderful people in my life who would be happy to help when I need it.

Pain does change you and those around you. I can see a change in myself from day-to-day depending on what my pain level is. I have far less patience than I used. I see my usual bubbly outgoing personality more quiet and subdued, as if I don’t want to expel any extra energy that may be needed later. I also see how my pain changes those around me. My family tends to plan around how I am feeling. I have lost track of how many outings and events I’ve missed due to my condition. I have to work, giving up on that is not an option, so my personal life tends to suffer more because of it. I’m grateful for my wonderful and loving husband who never makes me feel bad for missing things or simply needing to rest. “The Girl”, at 13, is understanding and more concerned for my well-being than she is disappointed that I’ve missed one of her sports or school events. That actually makes me sad, that my family is so affected by “my disease”, that it’s the first consideration that is taken.

Don’t get me wrong, I know how lucky I am. Not only do I have a loving and understanding family, but I am able to work and have benefits that make it possible to get the medical care and medications I need. While the pain is chronic, it’s not life threatening, so I am in a much better place than friends and loved once who are battling much worse. ┬áToday I’m having a bad day, a day in which I want to wallow in my pain just a little, to lash out at it with words, as that is really all I can do.

Rant over. Slapping on a smile, sucking it up and powering on.