Well, it would appear that I have taken approximately the first 5,000 or so steps on an unintentional and completely undesired journey. It may have been inevitable that these things happen, as genetics, life changes, less than satisfactory habits, and lack of time/knowledge can create a perfect crapstorm. But, here I am on a path that pisses me off.
Genetically speaking, I am my mother in a multitude of ways. As of 48 to two years ago we had these things in common: uterus problems of the insanely painful and undiagnosable sort, blood sugar irregularities (me low, her high), appearance in the I looked just like her when she was younger way, migraines, a fairly unproductive stoicism, chest pain/high cholesterol, and a less than optimal digestive system. Yeah, it's fun to be us.
So, being determined to not gain a lot of weight and end up diabetic, having heart attacks randomly, and generally feeling like mom does; I spent a lot of time not eating, playing paintball, going to the gym, and hitting the dreadmill at home. A lot. Of time. It worked. I managed to hold off the extremely sudden and dramatic weight gain that happened to mom. At my house we call it "flooping". You go along, looking like normal; then one day you look in the mirror and your body explosively expands and makes a sound something like FLOOP! Well, I managed not to floop. For a while.
Life changed, as it has a tendency to do. My schedule became such that gym, dreadmill and paintball time became extinct. Other priorities took precedence. I was convinced to quit smoking by a new influence in life simultaneously with the lack of exercise, so metabolism took a major nosedive. And don't tell me how good for me it is to quit smoking, because I just don't really care. Feeding new family members reacquainted me with eating, and I eat more now than I ever have in my life. Since appetite is now through the roof and almost uncontrollable, I have FLOOPED like no other person has ever flooped. In two years, everything changed. I hate it. It looks nasty; I hurt all over; and I have never felt this bad in my entire life.
I do understand how this happened and all the different influences that interfered with my plan for my body. I do understand, also, the steps needed in order to halt and reverse this process. That leads me back to the current undesired path I'm on. I have to fight this insane appetite, while feeding or being with family members who eat things I shouldn't. I have to take time from some needed activities (OK. I know video games are not necessary activities. But, relaxation and fun are necessary so it still counts!) to get back on the exercise track. While on the exercise track I am going to have to deal with the crazy muscle and joint pain that intensified with the floopage. (It's probably worsening fibromyalgia, but whatever.) And did I mention lack of energy and stressful job environment?
While the get past this path is walkable, I am very, very annoyed that I got on the path in the first place when I had been trying so diligently to avoid it. So, I'm going to walk it while being pissy about it. And I may log my progress, efforts, and pissiness on here. The moral of the story at the end of this tale will be, "Heed this warning. DO NOT ALLOW LIFE TO TAKE YOU DOWN THE FLOOP PATH! AVOID IT AT ALL COSTS!"
I'm already two days behind on logging items. So, to catch up I'll post a couple a day.