I admit, this was supposed to be titled "Day Eight:" - as anyone who knows me will tell you, 8 is my lucky number and it's pretty much the only thing on earth I am superstitious about! - but some stuff got in the way. Let's rewind.
So the 12 Week Body Transformation is going great guns. My arthritis, not so much. But to the important stuff - I would like to sincerely thank Michelle Bridges for changing my life. It's only been a week, yes. But in that week (and one day) I have lost 3.4 kg. THREE point FOUR KILOS - and there is no way I'm going looking for them again, those buggers are not to be found. Now, I don't know about those of you reading this blog, but for my version of the 12WBT (diet, diet and diet - because my body is dodgy and quite averse to exercise), I consider those to be some impressive numbers. Add to that my attending a wedding where I tried very hard to eat only the healthy stuff (but I won't lie, there wasn't much!), and I am even more impressed with my loss so far. If only someone had given me the crucial piece of information five, even ten years (or fifteen, or twenty kilos ago), what a different person I would be!
Without meaning to sound like an evangelist, the thing that I like most about the 12WBT is that it's REAL FOOD. No shakes, no rabbit food, no soup-made-from-vegetables-I-would-rather-bathe-in-than-eat - real food. Yes, I live alone and yes, if I tried to make everything on Mish's nutrition plan I would have more leftovers than my freezer could hold - but it's delicious and filling and I don't feel as though I am missing out. Do you realise how important that is in a diet? For motivation? For perseverance? Clearly Ms Bridges does!
A friend of mine at work had been lamenting some extra kilos that had crept on recently, but had tried a number of diets without any success - because they were too limiting, too difficult, or just too depressing (let's face it - we were given temporomandibular joints to chew (or, if your RA is as mean as mine, to cause you great pain), my friends!). I took her some of my leftovers - which I divided up into the prescribed 'servings' - and had a giggle to myself as she exclaimed "This cannot be diet food! How does it taste so good? You mean to tell me I can eat this AND lose weight?". Another convert who will no doubt be signing up for the next round...
So as for the stuff that got in the way of scheduled programming... I spent the weekend away at a wonderful wedding of two of the most compatible people on this earth. It was a lovely occasion in a truly idyllic spot - I fell in love with it so much that I am already trying to work out when I can get back there for a few days of R&R! On the way home I visited a family friend who lost their house in the recent bushfires, which was a very humbling experience. But the worst was yet to come.
Shortly after arriving home, I decided a nap was in order. I lay down, shut my eyes and got a couple of hours of nanna nap in. I woke up and felt a little average - a bit headachey and nauseated, but figured I was just dehydrated and it would come right with a couple of paracetamol, a big bottle of water and an early night. Long story short, the rest of my night involved 3 paramedics, 1 ambulance and a night in the local hospital where they proceeded to attempt to diagnose me based on my very technical description of "my head wants to explode". Lots of fluids (4 L I think, but I lost count during my passed-out period), drugs and panics later, they discharged me home to my own bed which wasn't too soon according to my hips - hospital trolleys are not made for RA bodies.
Excitement aside, I'm still not feeling a hundred percent - but I am hoping another early night tonight and more water than my body can hold will make all the difference. Here's to taking the good with the bad - and hoping for more of the former than the latter!
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