Oy January. That month where you review the state of the world and you realize that your world could stand to get on the treadmill a little. My journey to health has been a saga. If you’ve been with me a while you might remember January of 2013. That was the year I decided that something had to happen. I had bra issues. I bought two sports bras then and they were tight but I kept on with them and worked out. I did great that year. I lost over 40 lbs. I gained a lot of muscle. I felt amazing. 2014 was more of the same. The weight loss evened out a bit but I kept what I’d lost off for the whole year. I still felt great and was making good choices. I was happy with my progress. Then 2015 happened.
I’d been on medication for high blood pressure since after Nate was born. It was a low dose but every time I’d go in to the doctor’s office my pressure would be through the roof and so the dose crept up and up until I was on quite a bit of medication. And then I got sick. I didn’t even really realize what was happening. It was one of those things that you shrug off because you have to keep on keeping on. My skin was really dry. I had zero energy and I wasn’t just a little tired. I mean, I was falling asleep on the couch, shivering every afternoon. I could not stay conscious no matter how hard I tried. I was foggy headed and dizzy. My stomach was a mess and I had to eat gluten free to even slightly function day to day. Suffice it to say, I was not working out or looking after myself at this point. I was just trying to survive and be awake to look after my kids. I was eating really poorly because I just wanted easy food – I had no energy to stand in the kitchen and cook meals. Sugar? Yes. Caffeine? Yes. I needed every trick in the book to boost my energy even temporarily. All the weight came back, all the muscle dissipated.
Back to the doctor I went. My kidneys were losing protein. Not good. Really not good. We did all the tests and I was not celiac or having thyroid problems. My doc recommended a switch of meds – again at a fairly high dose. My pressure was still reading high. That had to be it.
This is NUTS, I thought. I was strong. I had lost weight. I had been eating really, really well. No processed foods, no sugar, no pop, no salt, no garbage for an entire two years – there was no reason that my blood pressure should have done this to me. I was only in my mid 30s! I just couldn’t believe that after all that good work I had done, I had gotten so sick because of high blood pressure. I had a feeling that my doctor didn’t believe me very much. I had a feeling that she was diagnosing me as ‘fat.’
I bought my own blood pressure monitor. I did readings morning, noon, afternoon and evening. It was low. I stopped taking my medication (I do not recommend you do this. This wasn’t very smart of me to do without a doctor’s help.) so I could get a real baseline of readings and know what was really going on.
Guess what? My blood pressure was high, yes. But it wasn’t as high as when I was in her office. I started taking the medication again. My readings were low. Really low. I was dizzy again. This was when I started messing with the dose (also not recommended. Don’t do what I did. I was sort of desperate to get to the bottom of things.) I found a dose that kept my readings in line. It was half of what she had prescribed. I went back to the doctor. We checked that my machine was accurate and it was – her reading was the same as my reading (again, really high in her office.) We cut the dose way back and I continued to do my own readings. I wore a portable blood pressure machine that measured my results for 24hours straight. Then we cut the dose back again. I have a feeling that I need to almost be off of these pills or maybe cut back again to the smallest dose available. I have a feeling that my kidneys aren’t handling them all that well (waiting on a blood test result to know for sure,) I’m not feeling all that good lately. I have so much weakness in my body. I feel weak and tired all the time.
It’s time to get back on the treadmill. It’s a major fight of will to make that happen.
I opened up my drawer to find those same two bras from years ago. The ones that had been well used even though they were too tight torture devices. Ugh. No.
Then sportsbras.ca sent me an Enell bra. This thing is going to change my life. Not just because I will have a functioning sports bra to keep things in control when I’m on the treadmill – but because look at this thing. This thing is FIERCE. I put it on and I feel like I’m going into battle, like I’m wearing armour. I feel like I can kick ass on anything or anyone. I need that mental uplift right now. I really, really need it.
And yes, that necklace is for your benefit because if I’m going to post a bathroom selfie in a bra then I’m going to keep it classy with beaded jewelry. Oh, and all the photo filters. All of em.
Thank you to Calgary based sportsbras.ca and owner Brigitte Lessard for doing what you do to help top heavy, plus sized women and athletes of all sizes to be comfortable and confident in their health journeys. I gave Brigitte my size and a bit of info via their efitting tool and she was able to send me a selection of suitable styles to choose from. I am so thrilled with this bra. I know it sounds silly, but a good bra makes a big difference. It’s really comfortable and doesn’t pinch or dig in anywhere. You definitely get less bounce for your buck! If you’re finding yourself in need of a good sports bra I recommend you click over and give her wares a gander. You can follow Bridgette on Facebook too.
**My opinions are my own. Thanks to sportsbras.ca for sponsoring and sending product to facilitate this post.