I started out this week with the best of intentions to blog my food journal daily. Which, being as that it’s Thursday and the last post on here is from Monday (though I do have a “draft” of Tuesday’s food journal saved somewhere in my post list), obviously the intention wasn’t intentional enough.
As I mentioned on my main site (http://kayedacus.com) today, I’ve been in a weird hibernative funk this week; and though my eating has been okay (my home scale is calling me a liar though), I just haven’t been as cautious about tracking everything I’m eating or planning my meals ahead of time.
I go through weird cycles when I’m trying to stick to a healthy eating program (or shall I just call it what it is—a diet). Sometimes, I can’t get enough salads and raw veggies and fruit. Other times, like now and for the past several weeks, I wouldn’t touch a salad with a ten-foot pole (and I need a ten-foot pole to dispose of the bag of lettuce that’s been sitting in the veggie drawer for a couple of weeks now). I’m having to force myself to fix a side veggie with my meals—and even then, it’s been corn or kidney beans or edamame or something more starchy and less, well, green.
Today both hindered and helped the funky mood . . .
I learned this morning that until I’m down around 220 lbs., I’m not going to qualify for even the highest-risk bracket on Tennessee Rural Health’s long-term health insurance plans. My current weight puts me into another bracket which means all I would be able to get would be a plan that’s $504 per month with a $3,000 deductible—and nothing is covered until that deductible is met—with an 18-month waiting period for pre-existing conditions. I’m better off staying on the short-term plan—the 180-day plan is $383 for the entire six months with a $300 deductible (no pre-existing conditions covered). Granted, it’s really only for urgent/emergency care (I’ll have to pay for my prescriptions/blood-pressure checkup doctor visits out of pocket), but in the long-run, it’s less money out of my pocket for the same coverage. (Mercifully, I’m going to close this discussion here instead of getting into how I really feel about the health-care industry in this country!)
So now I have that little added piece of encouragement/discouragement (whichever way you want to look at it) when I’m making my food choices: If I eat that, it will take much longer until I can get real health insurance.
What helped with the funky mood today is that I got up earlier than I’ve been getting out of bed since I got home from Arkansas (8:45 a.m. as opposed to 10 or 11 a.m.), showered, got dressed, did my hair (which took all of about five minutes—loving this hair cut!), put makeup on and got out of the house. I don’t know why I keep forgetting that I need to get out of the house every day of the week to keep from getting into one of these funks.
The other thing I did today that made me feel better was I finally went over to the new community center. I say new—it opened about a year ago or so. It’s part of the Metro Parks system and has a basketball gym, a fitness center ($2/day or $25/month), an indoor pool (haven’t seen it yet and forgot to pick up a water class schedule) and other amenities (aerobics/yoga classes, stuff for kids). One flight up and encircling the basketball court is a walking track—a flat walking track. The few YMCA centers I’ve gone to in the years I’ve had a membership there have these weirdly angled tracks which puts so much strain on my (bad) ankles that within one lap, I’m limping. This track is great—open only on one long side of the loop to the bb court, so the noise level isn’t too bad, and it’s got windows along the outside walls, so there’s something interesting to see from all sides. Since all I really wanted to do today was walk, I didn’t pay the $2 to use a treadmill, but walked a mile on the track instead. I could have done more than that, but didn’t want to overdo it today and then be too sore to go back tomorrow. And when I go back tomorrow, I’m going to pick up a schedule for the swimming pool to see if they have any water aerobics classes I might want to go to.