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MUSINGS OF A MEANDERING MIND #4 (article first published : 2005-12-8)

Iíve been writing a fair bit recently on the topic of weight loss, since that is what has led me to the joy of experiencing a far greater level of enjoyment of life just lately, and let me tell you Iím happier than Iíve been in years, despite having to forego the tasty treats I delighted in for so long. In fact, my latest self-diagnosis (which made my diabetic specialist chuckle at my recent two-monthly check-up) went like thisÖ Feeling cheerful all the time is far nicer than the ever-so-fleeting delight of the taste-sensation of something like an ice-cream!

Iíve been blessed, for many years, by sharing a large portion of my working life with colleague Monica Fairall - she who I refer to as ďa health guruĒ, with her drive to assist people to achieve a better quality of life and leaving no complementary therapy unexplored in her efforts to do so. Thus, over the years, Iíve had access to all the theory of how to achieve good health Ė yet for so long I lived in denial because, if truth be told, I just did not want to give up all the Ďforbiddení or Ďunhealthyí foods, blaming it not on what it was Ė just poor willpower - but merely the fact that Iíd been cursed with a sweet tooth.

But now that Iíve lost the first 22kg of my goal of 30 (and Iíll keep going, if I feel it necessary, and if it results in yet further pain relief from spinal degeneration) I can admit that at a subconscious level I knew I was going to land up in trouble Ė and did exactly that when severe back pain laid me low for several months, leading to a nasty depression which, now that Iím over it, I can look back on as simply a time when I had a temporary loss of perspective.

However, imagine my surprise Ė and great delight - when, over the past month, Iíve finally been able to give up totally the two sleeping pills per night I was prescribed for all the pain that plagued me for so long Ė so much so that I was unable to turn onto my side to fall asleep at bedtime without them. I must admit that, when I first began on the brand suggested by my doctor, I was a little puzzled as to why one didnít allow me to get a nightís rest. But my diabetic specialist, a man with a dry wit which can take a while to become accustomed to, replied to that one, Well, cookie, have you ever considered just how much mass that one little pill has to cover in order to be effective? And there was I thinking it worked on merely the brain!

Well, Iíve managed to titrate the dosage of two per night slowly down to one and a half, then to one, then a half, and now for a good four weeks itís been none Ė and this after many, many years of suffering intermittently with severe insomnia.

And, miracle of miracles, my whole metabolism seems to have undergone a complete change. From being what one colleague laughingly referred to a couple of years ago as not exactly a morning person I now awake feeling totally alert after a good nightís sleep - sometimes as early as 4.15 a.m. - and within minutes am up and about, multi-tasking away. And so it goes for the remainder of the day, so that by 8 p.m. my eyelids are drooping, and most often well before nine Iím tucked up in bed with a CD of good music onÖ But seldom do I hear more than two tracks before Iím deeply a-slumber, only to begin a new day at the same hectic pace.

When Iím driving from one place to another after my daily swim I find I become irritated with red robots (traffic lights for those of you who live in other countries than SA)Ö so much so that I find Iím muttering to myself, ďCome on, come on, places to go, things to do, people to see!Ē Itís just so different to this time last year, when I would lie on my bed for hours at a stretch, every now and again glancing at the clock as the hands dragged oh so slowly by, and thinking Oh, no, itís only ten a.m. so that means another twelve hours to get through before I can take my two sleeping pillsĒ

What a sad way to pass the time when there is just so much to doÖ In my case, write, compile musical medleys of all my contemporary classic heroes and heroines, work on arty-farty type projects to zip up my homeÖ There are just not enough minutes in a day any longer! And this has come about Ė a true miracle, if ever there was one - because I finally saw the light, took control, and now eat sensibly and exercise with the greatest of pleasure as I watch the numbers on the scale drop week after week Ė this from someone who, when first diagnosed with diabetes, refused to look down towards where my feet were planted on the dreaded device. Now I can actually see my feet, and enjoy looking at the numbers.

Which brings me to the word metrication. Now, I was educated in the days when we talked in pounds and not kilograms. (To this day, on the rare occasions when I actually do bake or follow a recipe, I find it extremely difficult to calculate measurements in metricated form. It was so much easier when you were told to add a cup of flour or a teaspoon of liquid/!} And thus I was nothing less than thrilled when, in discussion over a sundowner yesterday evening, a friend pointed out that if I calculated my weight loss over the past few months in pounds instead of kilos, at 2.2 lb to each kg it actually sounds like an even greater drop to one who still habitually thinks in lbs. Hip, hip, hooray! It really made my day!

And thus I feel like a sort of metamorphosis has taken place because, with the weight Iíve shed, Iíve changed from a rather shy and introverted person into one who speaks up, thoroughly enjoys meeting new people and making new friends, and even entering into debate where formerly it seemed like just too much effort.

Iíve also learned to become more compassionate - this from my devoted daughter who, in her turn, learned it from a dear friend, a soul-mate for ten years who recently died of kidney failure after a second transplant had rejected and he was only kept alive throughout their friendship due to the miracle of dialysis. For a very long time I did not understand this very special friendship but after heíd passed on she confided that, though it had initially begun as a romance, due to the ill health that beset him so suddenly it changed into more of a loving brother-sister or even mother-and-son relationship, and this situation existed until his death at the tender age of 30.

Well, this brings me to contemplate another set of three MsÖ I heard someone comment recently that the custom of marriage has, over recent decades, changed more to a series of relationships and that the warbling on about love is nothing but a myth perpetuated by music, movies and magazines Ė The Three Ms. Something to ponder on, perhaps, but since Iím not quite as cynical as before all I can say to that is to treat the ones you love with the respect they deserve and, if you are in a relationship think about how lucky you are to have someone who cares about you. Not everyone is so fortunate.

And on that note Iíll say cheery-bye for now. Ė Bev Pulť




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