February 12th, 2012


How old will I be when I finally know myself?

It's been a week of self-discovery, health-wise.  I got all excited about how proper diet and exercise were going to get me off my meds, and in so doing, I jumped the gun a bit.

My blood pressures got low enough I was getting a rush every time I stood up, so I cut my med in half, taking it only at night and not in the morning.  My BPs were still pretty low, so I thought it was quite safe to cut it again down to, off.  Well, it's a combo pill that has lisinopril (for BP) and HCTZ (long name,  unneccessary, look it up).  The HCTZ is a mild diuretic, which is a fancy word that means it makes you pee more to keep you from retaining extra fluid. 

I was fine for about 5 days pressure-wise, but I kept hording fluid like a desert cactus.  My legs looked like Gumby's.  So, around day 6-ish, I decided I needed to take the med again, if only for the fluid out-peeing.  This was an unusual bit of wisdom and foresight.  Over the next two days I felt pretty crappy, and the second of those two days I started having headaches that could register on the Richter scale, If I had one.  Checked my BP.  Yep, not too high at 141/85, but WAY higher than I had been running at 120s/70s.  Now, I'm in my 3rd day of being back on both doses and my legs don't look like skin colored bell bottoms anymore. 

Full Disclosure paragraph:  My weight went from a low of 273.5 to 281.5 during that time, and is now at 278.5.  Yes, I can eat healthier foods, exercise (a little bit) and GAIN weight.  I should be embraced and funded as the newest, best form of renewable energy.  I can conserve energy better than a sloth farm, if there are any of those, which I doubt.

And, here's where I admit that what I'm NOT doing is walking like I should.  I have a partial excuse that I just wasn't feeling like it as I sponged up all the excess water in my community, but then, "not feeling like it" has been expunged from my excuse play book.  It's now only in my Reasons to Change resource fanny pack (insert mental image here of a big guy with a fanny pack).  I'm "not feeling like" I want to be this big and this unhealthy any more.