For the first two years of my post-stroke life, I focused on getting rid of the cane and becoming independently mobile, doing things like carrying a cup of coffee from the kitchen to my chair by the living room window. I could not do that using a cane. Who knew? Working to simply function around the one-handed dealio. I ignored the effects of this new sedentary life on my body.
Year three: anomalies popped up here and there, rounded curves, blown out elastic and overstretched seams. Jiggles commenced. Alarm bells should have been clanging. But I thought, “Five pounds in three years isn’t too bad”. Everyone agreed.
Armed with a hiking stick, I committed to a walking regimen. The exercise and fresh air invigorated me. My weight plateaued. Until…
Year four: Jack retired in February and dinner became a festivity. No more ‘popcorn and a beer’ meals, no more peanut butter and jelly. We cooked healthy meals every evening. Wintertime was upon us. The weather made walking not so much fun. We resorted to mall-walking. Depressing. Unfortunately these unenthusiastic walks did not compensate for the eating.
One year later, I find myself 10 pounds heavier than my hospital release weight. Totally unacceptable.
Needless to say I have a new goal. It’s always something. 🙂
One baby step at a time.