Pounds lost: 4 Pounds to go: 9 Handcycled: Once. 3.3 miles Weekday walks of more than a mile at once: 4 or 5? Days vegan: 29
Bleeding days: 22 Sex: 3
Here’s what I’ve been thinking about. I started the month 11 pounds up from my (previous) ideal weight. I actually want to get to a couple pounds below that. I started being vegan January 2nd to break my addiction to cheese. That went fine, except that on one of my designated dessert days I ate some chocolate that had caramel inside (made with cream). Went out to lunch the 31st and shared a very not-vegan dessert. Also I’m taking a chewable probiotic that’s made from milk, but I’m going to be okay with that. I really like being vegan. If you make pizza without cheese (and you just don’t think about what pizza is like with cheese) it’s damn good, and satisfying. I am not the kind of vegan who replaces everything with a soy equivalent. My goal is whole foods, not more processed foods. The weight thing is kinda silly. It fluctuates, as we all know, so these numbers might not be accurate at this moment.
So. I had Nex.planon implanted September 2012. In January I bled 22 days out of 31, often just spotting, but enough already. B is not ready to make a permanent decision. I am. I have researched methods of birth control extensively. I want to get this thing out, but don’t want to go back on the pill or try an IUD, etc. I am terrified of relying only on condoms. So the implant remains, and my life–and our sex life–has much room for improvement. We’ve only ever had sex once or twice a week, and I’d like to get back to that, at least! And I have a feeling that when I do finally rid myself of hormonal birth control that my body will still wreak a bit of havoc.
We need to get back into our once or twice weekly handcycling/running. After we reached our 10-mile goal last year, we let things drop off considerably. We need a new goal–half marathon–and then we need to actually work toward it. I need to get back to my daily walks. The knee thing has really affected that. But it’s just an excuse. I do lots of walking to and from bus stops, and I’ve let that be enough. But it isn’t.
So that’s where I am. Where are you?