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My long-awaited Onederland is here! I was 205lbs on Halloween, and it took until Dec. 7th to lose 6 lbs. Yup, weight loss has definitely slooowwweeeddd down
I had a checkup at the doctor's yesterday. I still have to go in for my bloodwork, but everything looked good on the outside. My blood pressure is the most amazing thing. Before surgery it had gone sky high (like 190/95 or some such thing). I was on blood pressure medicine from that reading until surgery. The day of surgery was the last time I took the meds, but the pressures were still technically high, just not high enough for medication (140/85). Yesterday it was 110/80... and that was after 2 cups of coffee. I haven't had normal blood pressure since my 20's. Doing the happy dance!
My doc asked what my goal weight was. I told her 170lbs, because I have at least 10lbs of fluid in one leg. She nodded and agreed that "170 or 175 is good". Of course, mentioning the fluid got me a referral to a varicose vein doctor. So I'll be starting the process to get those veins worked on. Last time I checked into it, the process was a year long through my insurance.
So, that's it! Nothing else until I get that blood work done. I'll aim for tomorrow, since my FIL is coming home from the nursing home today and I'll be busy getting the house ready for him. (He has raging, uncontrolled diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, stroke). The example of his poor health is what got me to do the surgery in the first place. Yesterday his blood pressure was 255/115. A new high! He takes 8 pills a day to try and control it, but (obviously) it isn't working. He's being sent home from the nursing home because he's too sick to be there.
Wait, what? Yep, too sick to be at the nursing home. (He was there for rehab after his last stroke, but his blood pressure is keeping them from being able to DO rehab.. so he has to come home!).
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Technically he COULD eat a low carb diet. Problem is he would refuse. He has gotten to the point where he can only lay in bed, go to the toilet (half the time falling on the way there), go to his chair in the living room, and MAYBE make himself a cup of coffee with the Keurig. That's as good as it gets.
He's enjoying his cookies and sweets, and at this point, there is no POINT in trying to make him healthier.. he has moved beyond the point of no return, where he is stuck with a mind that wants to go fishing and hunting and to baseball games, but a body that can't take a step out of the front door without help. Last time he went fishing, he tried to do too much and fell into the pond (my 11 year old had to run and save him.. it was only knee deep, thank goodness). Last time he tried to make the car trip to go to a baseball game, he had a stroke on the way there. His dementia comes and goes.. sometimes he hasn't a clue what is going on (walking into walls because he doesn't understand how walls work), and others he's pretty lucid and can carry on a conversation.
Put it this way, if I ever get to that point, please push me off a cliff.
So, he eats his cookies, takes his insulin and 25 medications, and we change his diaper and pick him up off the floor a few times a week. Good times...
5 years ago (when we moved in together), he was still able to go DO things he enjoyed. At the time I had the conversation with his wife.. we could strictly control his diet and try to get him as healthy as possible.. or he could "die" with a doughnut in his mouth. She chose doughnut. They'd been married for 50 years, he had always chosen doughnuts.. so why change?
And here we are now.. all I can hope is the doughnuts push him off the deep end sooner, rather than later.
(I should be clear. It is not I that buys the doughnuts.. his wife does that just fine
. I have just stopped trying to fight it).
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