I started to exercise last december after several months spiralling into depression because of the isolation, the lack of activity and other personal issues. While I managed to keep my weight under control and even lose some the progression was too slow and I had started to show prediabetes symptoms so a change was overdue.
So I began a 1500 calorie diet this week which, along with the exercise program that I have gradually increased for months (and some very vigorous workout I had yesterday after painting the walls and ceiling of a room, not gonna lie) I'm now down 4.8kg (that is 10 pounds) but, most importantly, my blood pressure is under control and my diabetes symptoms have improved. Next week I'm getting a test and will know for sure if I'm out of danger!
I can't believe I let myself down in such a way. My father is diabetic and I've seen firsthand how it limits your life; my father has lost two toes already and can't walk long distances for fear he'll develop those too dangerous blisters. We've always been the kind of family that loves walking, neither I nor my brother have a driving license and we forgo using the public transport often. I can't imagine how it would impact my mental health if I couldn't go hiking anymore. And yet, in spite of all the fears I allowed myself to get in this dangerous situation.
Phew, that was a rant. Anyway, mission accomplished! 😁
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