Β‘Tricicleta Naranja!

I went for a morning bike ride today! Felt great. (Also! Painted my toes teal with sparkles!! πŸ˜€ Yay for glitter! It covers a multitude of mistakes. lol)

Here’s my commentary while resting on the porch at 8:53 am.

My face is very red and sweaty and freckled! My freckles pop when I’m red-faced. πŸ™‚


The air was so sweet this morning. Humid, perfumed and tropical breezes. I had fresh morning flowers and swift coastal breezes to carry me back and forth from Sharky’s Pier. Glad to have that done and under my belt for the day. Great way to start the day.

It was difficult. But worth it.

I’ve been stuck for about a week or so. Just one of those things. I’ve had a larger appetite, so that may account for the stuckiness. I was down to 314-ish, but I determined that was an error. Did you know if you move your scale around on tile, it can weigh you differently?? Yeah. So I have picked a spot and I will always use that spot.

This morning before my bike ride I was over 324. Normal for morning before any liquid removal. πŸ™‚ Current weight=320.8 lbs after morning exercise, breathing hard, sweating and taking of my Furosemide. I can tell I’m getting rid of more liquids now. That’s how you lose weight. Exhalation (breathing hard, seriously), sweating, and going to the loo. That’s not bad. It ain’t great, but I haven’t gone up all week. I hope that with my vigorous exercise (for me!) this morning, my body will wake up.

Also, I ran out of my med–Synthroid. We lost insurance at the end of May, so I couldn’t get a doctor to call it in. The last script was for Synthroid only. No generic. Well, Synthroid is very expensive without insurance. So I needed the generic equivalent which is Levothyroxine. I found out at least from my PCP in Missouri that I can take Levo because they tested my numbers on both Levo and Synthroid and they were the same. Good to know.

So I finally got a script of Levo and am taking it now. Only $11.90 without insurance through CVS! Thanks, CVS!! I really needed this med. Without a thyroid any more, you have to stay on Levo for life. It really does make a difference. Helps with weight loss, hormone production, body function, avoiding headaches! LOL It does everything that your thyroid does and thank God it exists. The thyroid does a lot–tiny, little, fleshy butterfly in your neck. Controls the whole body. Heart, endocrine, weight!


Thank you, God for flowers, doctors, medicine, trikes, beach, Florida, ocean, family and my body–as hapless as it may be. Thank you! God be praised. So happy to be alive and in need of medicine. So happy to have legs to hurt after bike rides. So happy to have all the little moments that make up even the worst of days.

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Prompt and Circumstance

Funny story: My husband and I formed an amateur improv troupe for a short time under the name–Prompt and Circumstance. Actually, that’s not that funny. Neither was our troupe. Ha! JK We only got to go a coupla times. We had other troupes–Elderberries (our format was called the Kevin, a long-form that was 6 degrees of scenes ala Kevin Bacon separation that looped around on itself, kinda cool), Sofa-King (two-person couch prov, scenes on or around a couch, yes, it’s that boring), but could never get anything off the ground. Maybe some day. We’re like garage-band improv wanna-bes.


So, I’ve been doing something lately that really boosts my productivity in writing. I take a picture, or use an old picture, and write a poem.

It doesn’t have to be Shakespeare. But it’s an almost-daily exercise that’s really stretching my creativity and discipline out.

It’s not really a goal I stated out loud or even in my mind. It just sort of moved from “small, indulgent poems that are fun to write” to this amorphous, intangible idea/question of “Can I write a poem every single day using a photo prompt?”

Well. You can. You most definitely can. You have to let go of the well-crafted poem and everything-I-write-should-be-published ideal, but it’s fun. It definitely disciplines and increases one’s productivity.

If you don’t have a prompt, or a picture, you can certainly use mine.

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Here’s my poem that I wrote months ago, prompted by this photo:

Wings wide.
Feathers flying.
Riding high.
Going hard.
Beating the air with all my strength.

Simple. Un-Shakespeare-like. But a blurt of a thought and stimulating of those writer-y muscles. To see the world and set it down, even for a moment.

I would love to see your poems, prose or thoughts on this. Leave in the comments or tag me in your post? Thanks! Love your brains!

Also, what’s your process?

Also, would you like to start an improv troupe with me?? LOL What would you call it? πŸ˜€

Trike-in’ Like a Boss!

My husband got my trike going yesterday afternoon. It was about to storm or I would have video’d my parking lot ride. I will GoPro myself soon on the trail!

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This is exactly like my trike. You can find other bikes here: Worksman Cycles High quality bikes!

He aired up the completely-flat tires and greased the chain. He also lowered the seat for me. What an awesome Guy! Thanks, Guy!

I flew around the parking lot and tested ‘er out. I was haulin’! I have so much energy now.

When I first got my trike, I was nervous and tentative. Just riding a few hundred yards made me feel like I was having a heart attack. With congestive heart failure and at 456 lbs, it was hard to get going. Now, after losing over 131 lbs since I got ‘er, I can book it on that thing.

I haven’t been able to ride because of one thing or another for years. Riding in Missouri was usually hilly and hard. Here, everything’s flat! Which I love. I can really get going and there are bike lanes and trails everywhere! I’m in biker heaven. I can bike to the beach, bitch! LOL Sorry.

Also, my knee was jacked up. I couldn’t pedal very well due to early-onset arthritis. I had to have the seat way up, like crazy high. Now that he lowered it and my knee doesn’t seize up when I pedal (LOL), I can ride fast. Zoom-zoom!

My knee was like the Tin Man without an oil can. But now? I can bike, walk, stand, go to the beach, maybe even run? Eventually. Let’s not get crazy. Just so thankful I can ride my bike. It’s incredible to have my life back! And my trike. πŸ™‚

Other reasons to rejoice and be thankful:
Total pounds lost since August 2012=188+lbs. πŸ˜€
Increased heart function and energy
Several interviews coming up this week for really awesome jobs
Overall better health and well-being
Last time I weighed=325.8!

Thank you, God! This life feels amazing. We are so blessed.

Twisted, Sister

I am eating healthy. I am exercising (stairs/cleaning/non-stop unpacking/moving boxes/cooking/laundry/beach walking/shell hunting–does that count?). I am doing all the right things. And I’m not losing weight.

We just moved from KC to Florida. It’s been hectic and my eating hasn’t always been what it should be, but! I am not eating too much. I can’t. I get very full at the drop of a sandwich and I just can’t physically put much food in my stomach. My stomach is still so tiny after surgery. So, why no weight loss?

I ran out of my furosemide. Generic Lasix. Water pill.

We lost our insurance at the end of May. My husband left his job and we just don’t have insurance yet. I was too busy to call the doctor or see someone before I left Missouri. So, I’m out. I know, I know! But. I had good reasoning for this decision. Let me explain.

I went on furosemide almost 5 years ago. It was a miracle drug. It helped me drop massive chunks of weight. The first week I lost over 30 lbs. I was full of juice. I was at 513 pounds and I dropped like a rock as soon as they gave it to me.

I was in the ER, diagnosed within hours, “Ms. Maggio, we think you have congestive heart failure.” They immediately gave me an IV. Pumped Lasix in and the juice came out! Immediately! I almost did not make it to the bathroom it was so fast. I lost over 10 lbs. of liquid (probably more) the first 3 days in the hospital. I felt like I could fly!

So I was released with a dose of generic Lasix that I have taken steadily since 2012. I was even put on two pills in 2014. After weight loss surgery last December, my surgeon took me off furosemide. No dose. Not sure of his reasoning, other than he knew I wouldn’t be getting the water intake I needed, at first. But I wasn’t losing like I should. So his partner put me back on one dose. That seemed to do the trick.

I can usually tell if I’m retaining water. My feet swell. I’ve learned to keep an eye on my feet. That’s typically the first sign. Obvs. It’s the lowest point in your body. That’s where liquid is going to go. Thanks, Gravity. Plus, with poor circulation (Thanks, Heart Failure!) that’s where most of the liquid is going to stay. I usually have cold hands and feet, too.

So, since I’ve run out of my furosemide, I’m retaining more water. It’s nothing like ER Martha at 513 lbs. My feet had ballooned to 3 times their normal size. Scary! That’s one reason why I headed to the ER. Nothing like that. I can just tell, I’m a little squishy.

So, I’m going to call one of my Missouri doctors today and see if they can help me out until I can find a primary care physician here. Without insurance yet, that could be tricky.

Thankfully! I am doing okay. Still have great energy. More than ever. I still have all my other meds. I was trying to get off the furosemide anyway and my doctors agreed. Plus, I have not gained any weight! That’s the great part. I’ve just stalled. I thought I was losing, but no. Every day I wake up and it’s the same.

True, I could be in a plateau. I hit one before. It happens. But I am doing everything I can to break it. Eating even less than what I’m hungry for (usually never hungry, but I am lately more hungry at night due to more activity during the day). I want to break this plateau, if that’s what it is. I want to only drink water. Working on it. I mostly do, but I like an occasional low- or no-calorie soft drink. Like half a mini Coke or Crystal Light.

I also feel my carb addiction creeping back in. I love carbs. Pasta, flour, cereal. I don’t really eat these, but I have a weakness for bread. I take little bites of a roll and I only have one, especially if we are eating out and they have free bread or something. But it’s so tempting to eat the whole friggin’ basket. I couldn’t even if I said, “Yes, more bread please!” as I wiped the crumbs from my very-full cheeks. I would totally throw it up or have to find the nearest bathroom and be miserable for hours. No, thank you. Plus, it would just stop up the whole works for days! So, I can limit, but I shouldn’t have it at all! AT! ALL! NEVER!

I am back on the straight and narrow. Mainly because I want to see that scale keep moving. I have a finite window here to lose most of it and I am very aware of that clock. It’s 12-18 months. It’s different for everyone. I went through hell to get that surgery and I’m not going to waste it.

Over the past few days, I’ve been back to salads, eating lean and limiting portions. It’s not hard, I just had to get my head back in the game and really focus. Moving just spun my head around like a Twister dial and my brain landed on all four colors.

This morning I am right back where I was when I left KC, 338.2 lbs. THAT is nothing to sneeze at! It used to be, my weight fluctuated drastically from day to day. 10 lbs. or more. So THIS is good. Not great, but okay! πŸ™‚

Back on the very strict wagon! But glad to be here.

Merry Post Ex-mus!

I feel pretty good today. My incisions are closed! Still losing. I have lost over 35 lbs since the Monday before Thanksgiving. I am officially at 420.4 lbs. I am averaging a pound a day. Sometimes 2, sometimes 0. For two days, I was stuck at 421.2, but did not go up!!! Finally dropped a pound today. Zero lbs. lost doesn’t feel awesome, but losing 35 lbs. feels awesome.

Having tacos today withOUT the crunchy. πŸ™‚ Still on soft foods. Mainly seasoned meat and guac and cheese. Stick to protein! Carbs are the devil. I am totally off of soda and carbonated drinks, have been since before the surgery. THAT is tough for me. Trying to get my 64 oz. of liquid a day. Almost there.

I AM GOING TO WALK ON THE TREADMILL TOMORROW!! At our apartment complex clubhouse gym. Made a workout playlist on Youtube for my tablet and headphones. Gotta wow these doctors when I hit the scale. I want their little doctor scrubs to fly off when they see my weight loss. I’m gonna blow their hair back!!! I would like to hit 370 by the end of Feb. but we’ll see. Wish me luck!

I worked out for 2 years and lost 100 lbs. But. I gained 40 back with thyroid cancer. Starting back to working out after being unsuccessful for so long feels a little weird and sad, but I can do it again. I did it once, I can do it all over. Knowing that I will never go back up because of the surgery, IF I follow the rules, that makes it a little easier to start again.

Happy New Year!!! This is gonna be a really good year. I am going to be a rockstar. πŸ™‚ Mainly because I don’t give up and I believe in myself. πŸ˜‰