Eight weeks ago I did something I never EVER thought I would do, I sought help from a professional trainer. Uh huh, I’d had some recent health hiccups (again) and to be honest I threw my hands in the air, said ‘Fuck this shit” and made the call. You can read about the start of my ‘big and small changes’ HERE.
So here we are eight weeks down the track and what’s changed? Am I fit yet? Skinny? Healthy? Well, I’m a work in progress. Actually the ‘healthy’ part took another knock with news my bones are just a litle bit rooted. Yes, after some bone scans and comparisons to previous scans I received the news I have freakin Osteporosis.
Here’s a big health change I’m not happy with.
I know! I’m 45 and mybones are in a bad way ,so guess what? MORE treatment, MORE meds, NOT happy Jan! Look I know I should be bloody grateful for drawing breath when many now don’t, I should be getting on with life because many are losing theirs and I should be blessed that I have access to treatment.
Well shit…I am. I’m well aware of how #blessed I am but the truth is, I have just had enough. Enough intervention. Enough prodding and poking. Enough hospital visits. Enough prescriptions. Enough worry. Enough fear. Just ENOUGH ok.
I’ve also given the doctors enough too, they have put stuff in me, on me and also taken parts of me. They have poisoned me, seared my skin until its raw, cut me open and sewn me up. Some days I just feel like a Raggedy Ann doll.
Some days I wake up and wonder what the fuck happened to me? How do I keep going? How much more will I endure? Hey, I got cancer (I’m not unique), I keep going because what is the choice and I will do whatever it bloody takes to live this beautiful life surrounded by family and friends. So while I may be glum and have shed bucketloads of tears over this latest setback I do what I’ve always done.
I adjust my sails and get on with it.
So now I’m preparing for infusions to help my rooted bones. My calendar is being cleared for blood tests and scans and sitting in that god awful chemo chair…I hate that chair! I’ll do it though and I’ll most likely post a pic with a smile on my face but that smile will be for the nurses…just know, I hate that chair!
Am I skinny yet?
I’m also eating ‘something green’ with every meal…yes even breakfast! Green leafy vegies help bones so I’ll do it. I’m taking supplements and I’m still exercising regularly. My trainer Kelly from FitM.U.M. has been amazing, her understanding and ability to tailor a programme just for my needs has not gone unnoticed and I’m grateful to have her on my side. We train twice a week and I’m improving.
I’m not going to pretend I love exercise because I really don’t but it’s just an hour and then it’s done and I DO love how I feel afterwards. Except on legs day, driving home with jelly legs is a special kind of torture. So is sitting on the loo.
I haven’t lost any weight on the scales but I am definately stronger, fitter and my endurance is improved. I can do sit ups, I bench press and while I really struggle to breathe…I get on the rowing machine and pull until I feel a lung will burst. And then…it’s done.
Just like treatment, I bat up, do it…and then it’s done.
What goes in my gob matters.
Getting the food side of things sorted hasn’t really been a priority for me, making too many health changes all at once just overwhelms me and leads to failure. Instead I’ve been making small changes but this week I’m going to ramp things up a bit. I swapped out cheese for one made with coconut oil,and milk for almond milk. Before you all write me that I need milk because my bones are rooted please know that dairy hurts my guts, bloats me and messes with my bowels, so I’m choosing to get calcium pleanty of other ways.
I’ve also started drinking dandelion tea, almond milk lattes (yum), ditched bread, lowered my carb intake, upped my protein and I’m still keeping a food diary, it keeps me accountable. You know what else keeps me accountable? This ‘know it all’ band on my arm.
Its a *fitness tracker from POLAR, you can grab one online from my trainer, shop HERE. I chose this one because it’s slimline, stylish and doesn’t get in the way when working out. It tells the time, tracks steps, calories, heart rate and much more. I can also set it to track dedicated training sessions, bike rides and walks, and then get an overall picture of how I am tracking using the app on my phone.
Being informed and accountable with my health helps me. It motivates me and some days it’s just like a slap in the face with a truth stick. All these health changes big and small are making a difference and will continue to do so.
I’ve been making changes ever since that diagnosis almost five years ago and over the weekend I stumbled on a photo that took my breath away. It was taken about six months after treatment, I had one tit, a huge gut and ‘some’ hair. When I looked at this photo I realised how far I had come, mentaly and physically. It made me really stop and remember where I truly was when this photo was taken. I was at the start of my brand new life, and look at me now. Oh, and still loving the same dark nail polish 🙂
And because we all love a ‘before and after’ here’s one from the gym, taken eight weeks apart.
Let’s not kid ourselves, the difference isnt ‘huge’ but I don’t need it to be. I’m just gonna keep plugging away making big and small changes, and all the while I’ll be loving my body for all that it can do. Let’s see you here in another eight weeks for an update.
Tell me, have you made any health changes lately? How’s it going…any struggles or wins? Let me know in the comments below.
Til next time,
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I am not a medical health professional, this a recount of my life in my own words, if you require health advice seek the opinion of a health professional.