Looking at old photographs of myself from just a few years ago, I realized with a sinking heart that one thing was for certain, well two really, that I looked way older and I was carrying around a lot more weight than I was before.
A. Lot. More. Weight.
As in I had to buy more clothes weight. Now, I know that since this life change of taking care of my mom had started, I was actually eating a lot more than I had before. I used to be someone that automatically did a calorie count and calorie expenditure calculation in my mind for my entire life, I realized that in the last year my automatic reaction to food had somehow just stopped. And, not just stopped but had slipped right out of mymind entirely. Hence the inching up of the numbers of my scale. Oh wait, I never owned and scale and still don’t…… I just go by how my clothes fit, er, my bigger clothes now.
I decided that I didn’t want to waste money on bigger clothes anytime soon, which necessitated my releasing some of those extra pounds to wherever they go. And, I had a plan for this, I would just eat like I did years ago. This basically consisted of leaving half of whatever was on my plate actually on my plate, and not snacking too much throughout the day. I would like to say I tried not snacking at all, but that’s just going a little too far.
You may notice that exercising more was not on my plan. And, I will confirm that you’re right, exercise wasn’t on my plan for a variety of reasons. One of them being that I’m English on both my parents sides, and have inherited their disdain for that particular activity. Enough said.
So I began my odyssey to at least be able to fit into clothes that were one size smaller than the ones that I currently wear. And yes, I did say wear. Why? Because I didn’t count on one little aspect of the calorie cutting that would throw a monkey wrench into the whole system.That would be blood sugar, as in low blood sugar.
It didn’t matter what I did, how I ate – healthy vs. unhealthy – low calories in my present age and state equaled one thing, low blood sugar. And low blood sugar equaled another very unappealing thing, a distinct ability to not be able to spin the 25 plates I usually do, along with a second extremely unappealing metamorphosis that I was basically turning into a cross between the Red Queen, and a… well actually it was the Red Queen all the way. And it wasn’t the nice, cute Red Queen that you see around Halloween. It was the “Off with their heads,” Alice in Wonderland variety.
This low blood sugar phase didn’t last very long. After all the Red Queen never had to dole out medications, arrange drs appointments, be taxi driver to and from those appointments, haul walkers, oxygen machines and wheelchairs around, keep track of a teenager and hold down two jobs, among a whole slew of other things that I can’t even remember right now, all at the same time.
Among all the hauling – and yes, I am well aware that there are others out there that do a whole lot more than I do – I decided that it was more than okay to haul around a few extra pounds too if it keep the Red Queen at bay. I just think of it as eating Wheat Thins to save lives.