Evening all,
I hope you are having a great Monday so far, if such a thing is possible. We had a really nice peaceful weekend and my wife started switching out her clothes for spring/summer. So I was thinking about doing some changing out myself, when I realized I will need to buy some new clothes due to the amount of weight I have lost. All through BLTC (Better Living Through Chemistry) as my Doc was a little concerned about my blood sugar levels. They were not bad, but they were not headed in the correct direction. So first an oral medication was tried, yeah, not sure what it did for my blood sugar, but it had some side effects which I and the wife were not happy with due to my gastrointestinal tract turning into a wind tunnel. So, the Doc decided the latest injectable was for me, so I got a script for the lowest dose on one of the latest semaglutides.
Now, I do not like needles, I hate needles. The thought of having to inject myself once a week was not something I was really looking forward to having to do. You get over it. Now as with every drug you have side effects, for me it was nausea. And feeling horrible when eating too much. And that has been the biggest change, or I should say the hardest lesson to learn. I finally had to get my normal portions and then halve them, saving the other half for the next day. Growing up, there was a state you could reach when you really, really overeat, think Mr. Creosote on an eating binge, called foundering. This could happen yearly at our cousin reunion. No, I am not from Alabama, so there was nothing like that going on. *shudders*. Anyway, every family was expected to bring enough to feed themselves plus a few others. Usual attendance was between 150 to 200, with every cook trying to out do each other, especially in the desserts. We kids would go through and load our plates till they were about lose their integrity. We always made sure to get the heavier paper plates. Some of the men should have just brought their own platters due to the food they would stack up going through the line. So many different macaroni and cheese dishes, grilled meats, casseroles, fried chicken, home made biscuits, rolls and loaves of bread. Getting hungry here.
The desserts tables were as long as the food tables. Brownies, fudge, caramel cookies, 20 to 30 cakes, plus just as many pies. Lots of us would have to be taken home laying down in the back of the truck, trying not to vomit (wasting food was frowned upon). You would be sick for hours, so full you cannot move, you feel like you are going to explode, and your stomach was so full, that it actually hindered breathing. I have no pride in those actions, just put it down to being a kid and a bit of a glutton. Which, if you are as old as I am, is something you may be familiar with, due to parents always making us clean our plates. Plates that they had piled high with more food than you might have felt like eating. This set a dangerous precedent which followed me into adult hood – always feeling guilty if I did not clean my plate, which does not help in the weight management department.
The reason for my digressing is that, if you are not careful, you can end up feeling like you have floundered yourself. I eventually learned to take smaller portions (even after using the half portions for awhile) and wait a while before having seconds. You eventually eat less and lose the weight, but you will need to exercise, otherwise you are going to lose muscle mass as you cut down your intake, just the way the body works. You will get colder a lot easier as you no longer have that nice warm layer of lard. On the other hand, it has been easier to cool off.
When I started the course of meds I weight over 320 lbs, over the course of the year I have gone down to 240 lbs. I feel better, I look better, and I actually feel better about myself. But, I hate buying clothes.
Sports – baseball and NHL should be on, as for the NBA, actual basketball season ended with the NCAA title game, NBA games are the least watchable of all professional basketball.
