I was shocked – SHOCKED! – to get on the scales this morning and see that I've lost two more pounds. That's a total of 13 in 10 weeks. Slow and steady and all that.
Last week I ate an average of 1224 calories per day, and did just slightly more than an hour of intentional exercise per day. [That's about 50 additional calories and 20 fewer minutes.] One of those days was a moving furniture/mopping day, so not even "exercise" in the sense that I used a machine or walked outside. Just housework. I can't believe how geeky I'm being about tallying the calories and activity minutes. I even have a line on my spreadsheet for number of calories burned per minute. [Last week? 6.9, down from a high of 7.6 about a month ago.]
I had every intention of walking the long loop yesterday, which is 6.6 miles. I walked about a mile and a half and was overcome with what I know was a hypoglycemic attack. Shaking, profuse sweating, dizziness, nausea. I had to stop for a while to collect myself, and turned around. It took an hour to go just three miles. I couldn't even listen to the Shuffle; it was too distracting. I had to really concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.
So I came home and took my blood pressure, which was a little high. Tried to get a blood sugar but the monitor showed an error message twice and I was out of strips.
I shouldn't have been hypo. I had cereal with milk and fruit about two hours before I started out. I don't like to walk on a full stomach, but I know I should have some nourishment before exercising. I was sick in the middle of the night, so maybe it was more of a virus-y thing than a hypo attack.
I feel okay this morning – not great, but not sick. Last Monday was a day off, so this one might be, as well.
When I first moved here, I thought the fog that settled in the small valleys was smoke. It's really more of a very low cloud. The trees are ugly and bare right now, but one of those clouds is out there, nestled in front of a mountainside. Here's what it looks like in the fall:
Okay, it's time to get this party started. I think I'll go try on my jeans.