MRI's ... take 2

Yesterday was quite an "interesting" experience for me.  Hmm, anytime I say the word interesting with quotations around it, it's safe to assume I'm being sarcastic.  Last month, I wrote about my experience with attempting to get three MRI's done.  There was a tight fit for me squeezing into the machine, so we decided to try an open MRI machine instead.  So, I arrived at 10:40 a.m. for an 11:10 appointment.  They told me to come early so that I could do some paperwork.  Fine, no problem.  I had one of my Optifast shakes in the car on the way down there.  They took a copy of my driver's license and had me sit down to wait.  After about 20 minutes, I was starting to get antsy.  One of the guys in the waiting room arrived before I did and the other one arrived after I did - all of us kept looking at the clock.  It was then 40 minutes, then an hour.  I understand that sometimes things run behind at a doctor's office, but really?  Finally, the first guy asks how much longer it was going to be.  One of the receptionists then tells him it would be another hour.  Pardon me??  I asked for clarification, thinking I surely must have heard her wrong.  She said that the doctor only comes 1-2 times per month for the procedures that require him to be there, most everything else is done by techs.  So on those days, they pretty much need to schedule everyone at the same time.  [One of the procedures I needed required a doctor to inject some dye into my body around a surgery site.]  However, in my situation, they were going to let both guys go ahead of me because they wanted to do all three of my procedures at once.  I told her that I understood that it wasn't her fault, but that I should have been told about the long wait when I scheduled my appointment because I had to leave my job to do so.  Grrr.

After 3 hours of waiting, they finally take me to the back to do the paperwork I was supposed to do when I arrived early.  Then I got to go in and see the doctor.  The injections in my wrist were painful, but I pushed through and it was fine.  Next I was put in a room so that I could take off any clothing that had metal (including clasps, zippers, etc.).  Since my pants had metal in them, they gave me a pair of pants that looked like scrubs to put on.  I stared at them and then thought, Oh no, what if they don't fit?  Granted, I've lost a lot of weight so far, but I have a long road still to go and I started to worry that they wouldn't fit over my tummy.  I took off my shoes, took off my pants and then discovered that, lo and behold, that's exactly what happened.  I peeked around the corner and motioned the nurse over, told her what happened and dealt with the look on her face that was a mixture of disbelief that they didn't fit and an attempt to hide the expression she had from me.  Since I only had one metal clasp on my pants, she said it shouldn't be a problem.  So I left my shoes in that room and went over to the next waiting area for my turn in the machine.

When I got in the room where the machine was, the technician told me that I would be having 3 MRI's done - one on my right wrist, one on my left wrist and one on my neck.  For the ones on my wrists, I would have to be standing.  Each wrist MRI was going to take 17 minutes.  I could not move, even a little bit.  The machine looks very similar to the one pictured here.  However, because I had to put my hand through a little circle-shaped opening, I would have to be facing the side each time (not looking ahead like this man is doing).  And the machine is very loud, too.  Okay, 17 minutes, it can't be that long, right?  So I started with the wrist with the most pain, my right.  I was doing good, but there was nothing to stare at except the whiteness of the machine.  Then one of my legs started to hurt because I was standing there, leaning against nothing and not moving, with only socks on my feet.  You know that scene at the end of Psycho where Norman Bates is in custody and a fly is fluttering around his head but he doesn't move an inch?  That's exactly what I felt like.  Yet, I made it through.  Whew, 17 minutes is loooong! 

Next up was turning around and doing the left hand, again for 17 minutes.  I asked the technician if I could run and put on my shoes at least, which was fine.  I got in the machine again and started off fine.  However, after about 5 minutes, my vision was starting to get blurry.  I had to tell myself to just shake it off and push through.  Another few minutes, there was some blackness that was starting to occur and the next thing I knew, my body was starting to shut down and I actually blacked out completely.  I fell to the floor, although I don't know if I was conscious during the fall or if I came to after I hit the concrete underneath me, but I actually fainted and hit the deck!

They rushed me to another room to have me lay down.  Everything was still very blurry as I laid there and drank some water.  What just happened?  The doctor had me describe what was going on.  I did tell him about my Optifast journey and that I'm supposed to have shakes every 3- to 3 1/2 hours.  At that point, it had been 5 hours.  Could that be it?  He said it's actually a quite common occurrence to have patients faint in the machine, about one in five do the same thing.  They offered me jalapeno chips to eat to see if that would help with my tummy.  I was in a big dilemma.  What do I do ... eat food on the guess that it had to do with going so long without shakes?  We weren't sure.  I could have just been one of the people that faints because of the staring of the wall and the loud whirring that makes you nauseous.  We decided to reschedule for another day.  After resting for a while and drinking more water, I headed back down to my car.  They told me there were a ton of fast food places to go to maybe eat something.  I told myself that if, by the time I got to my car, I didn't have my bearings and felt immediate food would help, I would try to get something very light and healthy.  It would not be an excuse for me to gorge on a burger and fries for the sake of the moment.  After having laid down for a while and having so much water, I was feeling a lot better.  Not great, but better.  I decided to wait until I got back to my office, which was about 15-20ish minutes away and just have a shake.  I have not deviated from my nutritional plan not even a little, being 110% committed, and I just didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that now.

Later in the evening, my body was really starting to hurt from the fall.  I don't know if I hit the corner of the machine on the way down, but my side and right arm were in extreme pain.  When I woke up this morning, the pain was tenfold and eventually spread to my back, too.  I decided to take care of myself and stayed home from work.  Given I could hardly move without lots of pain, that was probably the best idea.  I do really have to look at that whole situation and ask myself if eating a little something would have helped since I didn't have an extra shake with me (a lesson about replenishing my stash in my car for sure) or if I did the right thing and just waited.  Regardless, I will be going for a third time to finish these MRI's ... God willing!!  I did call the Optifast clinic and asked them what to do for the next time I have to do this and they told me to bring extra shakes in my purse, just in case!  I did ask the receptionist if I would need to wait 3 hours again and she said since I would not need to see the doctor, no, I would be able to go right in next time.  We'll just have to see about that.

Weekly weigh-in

Grateful to report I lost 7.5 pounds this week for a total of 65.5 (and, yes, that half pound counts!).  I'm feeling so blessed.  I just can't believe this is happening, in a good way.  It's very emotional for me to just see the weight dripping off.  Took more pics of my progress, too.  The first set is when I started and the second set is now 7 weeks later. 



Beginning

After 7 weeks, 65.5 lbs lost

Happy?

This morning I decided to go for a walk to get some exercise in.  It's kind of dreary outside with rain expected tomorrow, but a perfect, cool day to walk around the neighborhood.  I got my tunes ready, put my hair in a ponytail and off I went.  My neighborhood is so interesting with a mix of condos, townhouses, mobile homes and detached homes.  There are always people out walking, jogging or playing with their children.  I did two miles, but it went by so quickly.  Music in my ears takes me to another place and this morning was no exception.  As I lose more weight, I notice how much easier it is to move around each time.  Bones are starting to appear on my body that are supposed to be there, like the ones around my wrist, ankles and collar.  I can feel my hips as I sway down the street.  I feel sort of like a bear coming out of hibernation.  I was hidden for so long, of my own choosing, but I can enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.  That includes myself.  There are things that are very beautiful about me.  I'm not talking physically (that would be conceited!), but I mean just about my spirit.  When I am happy, you can see it. 

Does this mean I am saying I am happy?  Actually ... yes.  I have a lot of things I am going through, but down deep, despite the challenges that I am facing, today I can honestly say am happy.  I have let the work thing go from the other day and I am putting me and my health as the number one priority.  No one else is going to do it for me, that's for sure.  I really feel God blessing me and I'm present enough to receive it.

But I don't want to feel

I just had a supremely awful day yesterday that seeped into today a little bit. I was so livid driving home and darn it if I didn't have to sit in the feelings. I won't go into the whole drama of what happened since I'll be typing into next Tuesday if I did, but it involved someone at our district office at work throwing me under the bus for something that was not my responsibility whatsoever and me needing to defend myself. In the end, this person was rewarded for not doing her job and the work was pushed on to someone else. I was so angry when I got home yesterday. Thankfully I have evidence to the contrary through e-mails, but I still was so pissed off.   I try to do the right thing as much as I can and be a good person, so it really is hard to stomach when someone who doesn't just gets away with things.  I do believe what goes around comes around, but I have to then deal with my feelings about it in the meantime.  And I have to admit that I felt like I was a little girl, stomping my feet and pouting as I sulked off to my room saying, "But Mooom, it's not fair."  Isn't that one of the biggest lessons in life, that things just are not fair?? 

Here's the amazing part of this, though.  I did not and do not have to eat over this.  No amount of junky food or healthy food, for that matter, is going to take away anger, disappointment, fear, or whatever other emotions I was feeling.  There was never that moment for me where I was looking for food to eat.  That is a huge switch for me, let me just say that right now.  Before, I would have been mindlessly on the hunt in the kitchen.  If there was nothing in the house, then I would go out to search for food like a drug addict trying to score her dope in a dark alley or an alcoholic heading to the liquor store looking over his shoulder.  I had done it many times before ... driving through fast food places, stocking up at the grocery store for a binge or whatever other stupid thing I was convinced would take away feelings that I just did not want to sit in.  Thankfully, though, I'm in place where my health is very important to me and it is just not worth it.  It's not even just physical health, but emotional and spiritual health as well.  Can I tell you all what an amazing miracle that is?  There is absolutely no one stopping me from doing any of those things right now.  I'm in my house alone, waiting for a repairman, and I could do real damage.  The difference is, though, that I am not choosing that right now.  God is really helping me to remember that I am not walking through life alone.  I don't have to solve problems with my face in a container of ice-cream (as if that ever worked anyway).  No, I deserve so much better than that. 

Admittedly, while the anger is still there a little bit, I am in a much better place for having written this.  I can treat myself and my body with loving kindness, not punish it like I have done for so many years.  In fact, I think it's about time for another lovely Optifast shake with yummo Torani sugar-free syrup.  Oh, by the way, I discovered I fit into the next smaller size today.  Yahoo!!!  Happy, happy, joy, joy.

Weekly weigh-in

I had my group tonight and lost another 5 pounds for a total of 58 pounds in 6 weeks.  Hooray!!  However, I have to be honest.  When I got off the scale after weighing in, I actually was disappointed in my loss.  I thought to myself, Why did I only lose 5 pounds?  I actually got back on the scale and weighed myself again.  Then I started blaming myself for drinking so much water today or not drinking enough throughout the week.  Ugh, horrible thinking!  Most people would be grateful for those 5 pounds.  That's when I caught myself and remembered to get a little perspective.  58 pounds in 6 weeks is amazing, so I'll take those 5 pounds with no problem. 

When we were in our group, we were talking about our losses.  I told everyone I was down 58 pounds so far and they all clapped for me.  Then when I told my story about being disappointed with 5 pounds, my counselor told me that he has never had a woman in 30 years of his being a counselor in this program lose as fast as I have.  So, essentially, Get over yourself, Kathy!!!  Okay, okay, I'm over it now.  I feel so much better, I even look better.  My clothes are ridiculously big on me when I don't have safety pins holding them onto my body.  Guess I better break out the sewing machine this weekend to start taking things in.  I really am in a grateful place, I can't even stress that enough.  I am 100% committed to this program and I have such an incredible support system.  Really, all my friends, co-workers and family are amazingly supportive.  They are my biggest cheerleaders and I could not do this without them.

Updates

I've made a couple little changes to my blog that I'm excited about, mostly because I figured out how to do it all on my own.  It's kind of sad when you're sitting at your laptop and clap when you discover something new all on your own, like a big girl!!  So, I added my story, my weight loss stats that I'll be updating every week and photos of how I'm doing.  I'm going to try my best to keep up on it because I need to do it for me.  Seeing myself in pictures is helping considerably, especially when I can't see it on my own body when I don't have the pictures to refer to.  All I do is get critical when I look in the mirror, critical of how much further I have to go, instead of celebrating how far I've come so far.  I am so glad I am doing this, though.  I don't want to be in this same space 20 years from now, God-willing!

Challenging times but motivation

Part of this process in losing weight is so difficult and I just need to say that.  Today I had a hard day with emotions.  I have a work injury that I have been trying to deal with.  I have had physical therapy and surgery, but it's not better. Thankfully I have an attorney to help me wade through this process and is helping me to get the medical care I need.  However, today when I was seeing the doctor (a different one) and he was putting some gel on my hands that helps with the pain, I just started crying.  The thing about me is I am good in a crisis - I handle things well in the moment.  It is in the after moments that things start to hit me and I think that's where I was today.  I felt like I was really being taken care of, just in those few moments, and it was very nice but also hard.  I think it was tough because I realized I don't do enough to take care of myself, a contributing factor that led to the perfect storm of me going on Optifast in the first place.  There is safety and security, however false, behind the food.  When that crutch is gone, all you are left with is you, being forced to walk through the feelings.  So that is what I am doing.  However, I do have motivation to keep going on this road.  Below are pictures I took of me behind the steering wheel.  The red one is before I started the program.  Look how close I am to the steering wheel.  I drove like that, my tummy touching everytime I was in the car. The black one is a picture I took this morning.  They are behind the same wheel in the same car (looks a little different because one is during the middle of the day and the other was under dark clouds) and my seat is in the same exact position.

It's tangible stuff like that that helps me remember the food is going to do nothing for me that I think it might when I'm having a moment of wanting to go to it.  I love the black and white of doing this program.  It almost makes it easy to say I'm not going to go to the food because I know I am not supposed to have it.  I say "almost" easy because really it is not easy at all.  It's the hardest thing I've ever done in my life to not be in the food and, instead, walk through emotions that might pop up.