Our mission board requires all overseas missionaries to have physicals before departing for the field, and since we were at our HQ for my anti-human trafficking training this last month, we went ahead and got ours done. Yikes. My blood pressure was through the roof! Part of it was that I was nervous and the cuff was freakishly tight (felt like it was gonna cut me in half!). But as much as I want to rationalize it away and say it was only high because of that, I know in my heart that it's still high. The doctor retook it after the physical, and it was still high, but it had come down some (he never would tell me what it was). As he didn't immediately prescribe blood pressure medication or hospitalize me, I'm assuming it wasn't immediately threatening. I had told him about signing up for My Fitness Pal and that I'd lost 20 lbs last year. I'm sure he's expecting me to pick things back up now that we're not away from home (we hope to arrive back home sometime tomorrow).
So here I am. When I get home, I want to find an accountability partner--someone who will call me every day and ask me if I've exercised. If I logged my calories and remained under the set goals for calories and sodium. We are praying to be fully funded and able to leave for language school in August. By that point, I want to be down 30 lbs (that's 1.5 lbs a week between now and August 1-ish). As of the doctor's appointment last Thursday, I've gained back all but 6 of the pounds I lost. Hmm. Not cool.
I've got to do better than that.
