You just know it’s Monday when your gimbal battery is dead, your earbud batteries are dead, your Kindle battery is dead, and your over-the-ear headphone batteries are dead. How the heck did that happen, and especially when I wanted to use pretty much all of them before 9am?!?! Perhaps it’s a sign? (Everything is a sign in my book, ok? Just roll with it.) A sign that I should pay better attention to when my shit needs plugged in probably.
I know you’re just chomping at the bit, waiting to know how today’s video ties in to whatever I’m blathering on about today. Far be it from me to keep you waiting.
You see, I’m one of those people who is pretty much in constant discomfort. Not all out pain, although that happens now and again, but daily I ache. Literally, every day, every night, every movement is either a hip or a knee or a shoulder or foot or whatever going, HEY! REMEMBER ME! I’M HERE AND I’M GONNA HURT A LITTLE TO REMIND YOU! That was every day. Did you notice how I changed the tense? Yaaaaaaaaas, girl. It’s past tense now.
I mean, we’re not talking full-out magic where I’m floating on a cloud with unicorns and glitter, but sleeping through the night, not feeling like I’m 95 when I get out of my chair, not thinking I’m gonna tumble back down the stairs as I climb them because I think a knee or hip is gonna give out. You know what changed my world? C motherfucking BD. That’s right, CBD oil. It’s not snake oil.
Look, I know the medicinal properties as well as the recreational properties of THC. The THC helped my dad to eat when nothing else would near the end of his journey. The THC helps me not snap the fuck out on some of y’all. But this potent ass CBD? It’s like magic. Scientifically backed magic. Now, when I say scientifically backed, I don’t mean that I’m a scientist, but I know that this has been researched. In my own personal experience, I’m running about .25 ml sublingually every day.
A big draw of CBD and THC is the reduction of inflammation and apparently I had a LOT of inflammation. THC alone doesn’t get it, but baby that CBD (broad-spectrum people) does the job. I’ve been so accustomed to being uncomfortable all the time that NOT being in pain is all weird to me. I’m not saying that I don’t have ANY discomfort at all any more cuz THAT would be magic, but to say the discomfort has been cut by 90% is not an exaggeration. If you’re wondering what I’m using, you can see it here.
So yeah, I’ve been feeling myself. I’m not in pain, I’m working out, my hips are opening, my face is clearing, the scale number is going down, and I’m damn near ready for hot girl summer. One wouldn’t think it (I hope, and if I’m wrong and just no one had the balls to say anything I’m coming for you) wasn’t super noticable that my weight skyrocketed when we came to Florida. It looked like this:
- June 2018 – Left Colorado at a svelte 131 pounds.
- July 2018 – Keeping a strong 129 pounds because cleaning and unpacking a house seems to take more energy than packing and cleaning a house.
- September 2018 – Rocking 128 pounds as I study for my real estate exam and everything that comes with it and after it. This time is also known as the end of hot girl summer.
- December 2018 – 134 pounds. Not concerned, things are fine. I’m a Realtor. Haven’t made any money yet. Don’t know a damn thing yet.
- April 2019 – 140 pounds. I legit didn’t weigh myself for four months. That’s how one starts slipping. I’m still a Realtor and I’m elbows deep in it. I’m also not enjoying it.
- May 2019 – 144 pounds. Packing them on. I think I actually hate real estate at this point.
- July 2019 – 148 pounds. Fuck. I know that I hated real estate by this point. I’m questioning all kinds of life choices but somehow not my food yet.
- November 2019 – 151.4 pounds. Heaviest I’ve ever been in my life including pregnancy. Looking back now, I realize that I was depressed at this time. Kicked real estate to the curb and went back to using my brain to make money.
- December 2019 – 150 pounds. SEE? I’m getting better already?
- January 2020 – 154 pounds. Maybe not.
- February 2020 – Hi pandemic. Hi 155 pounds. I’m 5’3′ with big boobs. This is not a good look for ME. I look like a barrel.
- March 2020 – FUCK MY LIFE!! 156 pounds. Pandemic in full swing bitches. But this is too much. I don’t like seeing myself. FIX IT EXERCISE JESUS!
- THIS RIGHT HERE! NOBODY SAID ANYTHING. Y’ALL KNEW I WAS TOO HEAVY AND YOU AIN’T SAY A DAMN THING. AIGHT, BET.
- April 2020 – Realizing that I’ve gained TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS since we came to sea level and swearing to fix it. 153 pounds.
- May 2020 – Working. 152 pounds.
- June 2020 – This is so slow. 151 pounds.
- July 2020 – I thought you could lose 2.2 pounds a week?!?! 150 pounds.
- August 2020 – 149 pounds.
- September 2020 – Certified to teach FabPole. Lost two pounds only. Discouraging but gonna keep going. Right now, 140 is the goal. 148 pounds.
- October 2020 – No kids in this hood. No candy in the house. 146 pounds.
- November 2020 – Holidays are coming, how will I do? 145 pounds.
- December 2020 – As long as I stay on track. 146 pounds.
- January 2021 – New year’s resolutions and all keeping me on track. Oh yeah, back then I said new day resolutions. 145 pounds.
- February 2021 – Homebodies for life? 144 pounds.
- March 2021 – It’s been a year since I topped out. 142 pounds.
- April 2021 – GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! 140 pounds. First goal met. Only took a year to lose 15 pounds.
- May 2021 – We aren’t done with this month, obviously, but my average right now is 139. Still on that one pound a month track. So at this rate, I’ll be back to my Colorado weight in another 8 months.
I didn’t think that my activity levels had changed from when we were in Colorado, however, a Facebook memory popped up of my whiteboard calendar from there from a month and I was doing something exercise-related about 6 days a week and that was outside of my regular morning workout. Basically, I was a beast. When we moved here, I turned into a slug.
All the slug time is over. I have 8 more pounds to lose and dammit I’m gonna make it happen. I think that a huge part of this weight loss came from removing alcohol from my diet. If you really know me, you know that I enjoy(ed) boozing. But an MRI for something unrelated said I had a fatty liver (go figure…how many nights at Carlos ‘n Charlie’s do you really think you can endure?!?) so I needed to drastically reduce my alcohol consumption. So I quit. Cold turkey. Just like that. I’d say that in the last year, I’ve had 5 or less alcoholic beverages and every time I’ve felt like shit. Not hard to give up.
Ok, this turned into much more than I meant it to be. But that’s not so bad either. I still have a topic for tomorrow. Win! Look at who might get back to blogging on the regular!