My BP is hovering on the higher than average. It's not on the worrisome range yet BUT due to family medical history, I am a walking time bomb. No one will ever know such things. I could cave and start taking BP meds immediately but I bargained for another 3 months to bring my weight down. Since our last consult, I had been trying to exercise as he had advised and that's a start but I guess it's not enough. The scales are not moving in the right direction and my BP is not budging. He advised that the fact that my BP hovered at around the same readings every time I took it, was an indication that I did have hypertension.
In one of my previous posts, I had mentioned that I was jumping on my mini-trampoline. Dr T was quite interested to know how I found it. Told him I loved it and the best part was, it was in my bedroom so I didn't have an excuse like having to travel far to exercise! By the way, I realise it's a Kettler and not a Reebok. See, lah. I don't really care for details like that. I mean I am staring at the thing on a daily basis and the brand didn't even register correctly in my brain! Brain fog (but certainly clearing up, slowly, day by day!
My Kettler rebounder
(Copyright Fiona C Yeo of Cartoon Lagoon 2015 - Do NOT ever, ever, steal my pics without permission!)
Just realised my stubby toes were in the pic. What's with that bent fourth toe???
I rebound barefoot, by the way. Yep, barefoot and nearly bare naked. Nearly. I'm in my bra and panties. Haha.
So, last night, after my medical consultation, I did the most wicked thing. I bought delicious Hainanese Chicken Rice. White for me, black for the hubs. Then between us, we shared another white. Oops, not. So yummy. I even had some gizzards and heart thrown in. What the heck. I was being wreckless. reckless (my spelling is really going to the dogs).
Feeling a tad guilty, I made hubs and myself drink lots of home made detox water. Brought a whole tumbler into the room.
Then...after I had done my chores and settled down to my own free time, I got on the rebounder (I shall refer to it as rebounding on my rebounder because it sounds better than saying jumping on my mini-trampoline). Hubs was very tired and had gone to bed early. I plugged in my earphones and drew inspiration from some rebounding videos. Actually, I didn't follow their steps much. Just listened to them to be inspired. I have a tendency to just do whatever I wish on the rebounder. I lasted only 20 minutes but was dripping in perspiration when I finally stepped off it. 20 minutes thrice a week is 1 hour. 1 hour of exercising per week is better than no hour, no?
I love how I feel after I've sweat it out on the rebounder. Look! No make up. Did not touch up photo. Do I look terrible? Perhaps I look messy and sweaty but I felt good!
(Copyright Fiona C Yeo of Cartoon Lagoon 2015 - Do NOT ever, ever, steal my pics without permission or I will hunt you down with my rebounder and let you rebound far and wide!)
Here's the icing on the cake. I had been weighed during the medical appointment. I weighed myself again after the chicken rice and rebounding and I had lost 1 kg. It is accurate because my home weighing machine gave the same reading as the one at the Polyclinic. So how nice. I told hubs that I had rebounded for 20 mins just to lose my chicken rice gluttony. By the way, he woke up later after I'd taken my bath and both of us were feeling hungry. - __ - Not good.
So, this is proof of the pudding. I have to exercise if I want to see some movement for the better on the scales. I believe that if I was more careful with my diet, I'd see a faster reduction but I'm not really for a crash diet. I don't think I can do it. For now, I have reduced my sugar intake. Salt, not so much yet but I've replaced my salt with Himalayan Salt. I just bought a couple of lemons and cucumbers and am looking forward to drinking detox water on a regular basis. Oh yes and carbs. Sigh. I just had a wonderful big bowl of Mee Tai Mak. You know? That cute little rat tail; short, fat and white noodle? Dang. Need to rebound extra long tonight to shake that off.
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