I'M BACK AFTER THE GRAND DADDY OF ALL HEALTH SCARES (copy of my diary entry)
After moving house I sort of, well no sort of really, fell off the wagon BIG TIME! To cut to the gist of the matter. I was admitted to hospital, cardiac intensive care no less, 2 weeks ago with a suspected coronary. It turned out to be bloody gallstones. As an ex nurse, I know how painful biliary colic can be, but had no idea just what agony it could cause. I felt a real time waster and a bit of a fraud BUT a scare like that can concentrate the mind wonderfully well and has brought it home to me, just how close a coronary is, unless I shift the flab.
I deserve no sympathy, I am in this state purely by my own hand.
I'm going low fat. A lady in my neighbourhood has lost stones and stones of weight on Slimfast. A shake instead of breakfast and lunch and a healthy but low cal and low fat in the evening. So I'm going to have a bash at that.
My poor old husband (who very nearly had another coronary himself) is coming on it with me.
As you can see from the above. I have had a big wake up call. My life philosophy has always been: No experience is a bad experience if you learn from it. And by gum, I've learned from this one. At the moment I am convinced this is the final re start. I am turning over a new leaf and leading a healthy life. I hope I can stay focused. I have ordered an exercise bike which is being delivered tomorrow. My doctor says no more than 5 mins a day to start or I'll be back in ITU. My husband has a proper bike he rides every day. My ambition is to be fit enough to join him, but at the moment treading away in a corner of the bedroom is all I am capable of.