Mexico Recap V.2 – Progress through Baby Steps

I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve publicly worn shorts or a short skirt, in my entire life. I’m 33. I’ve always wanted to hide behind fabric because my legs looked and felt different (not knowing then, why).

Once I received my diagnosis of Lipedema (stage 1), I understood better. Not sure what it is about lipedema that scares the living hell out of me, but it does. It’s a fear that is ever present for me, that I work to manage regularly. A cut on my calf – will that turn into cellulitis? Sprained ankle/contusion – how long will it take that deep lump/bruise to heal? Why are my legs covered in bruises and why do I bruise with the slight touch of a finger or a bump into something? Why are my legs so tender and painful? Will the added stress on my vascular system have diabetes implications in the future? Why do my legs feel so “heavy” and “thick” today? Why is the lymphatic buildup so bad right now – my insulin pump sites won’t work.

You get the idea.

I’ve worked really hard to change the way that my legs look and feel, and my mental thoughts. The last few years have been transformative in all areas and some have asked if it’s possible that I’ve put my lipedema into remission (don’t know if that’s an option?). They’ve changed shape, become lean, toned, and I’ve almost mentally arrived. Our trip to Mexico played a huge role in this. For the first time in my life, I wore nothing but shorts and skirts! And I felt completely comfortable in my own skin. For the first time, I thought, “hey! I’ve got real, visible ankles – look at all of my hard work!” Mexico was empowering for me, and it’s been many baby steps to get to this point, but here I am!

First two pics, are after flying/dehydration – they were extra puffy!

Puffiness! 2 Puffiness!

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Walking

I walk everywhere, and then some. I absolutely love walking and I rarely go a day without doing it. It has become a drug for me, and helps keep me balanced. If I have stuff going on during the weeknight, I still go walking by the time I make it home even if I am tired, because it’s that important for me. If I only have 15 minutes, I still go – because that 15 minutes of fresh air is priceless. I’ve been thinking lately what am I going to do if/when we have to leave San Diego where I can’t walk outdoors year around?

A couple added bonuses: regular walking greatly helps with maintaining weight, and if you’ve lost weight, helps keep it off over long periods of time; it’s less impact on your body, all around (joints, stress response, etc.); and a major added bonus, it keeps my blood sugar (having type 1 diabetes) stable with consistent insulin sensitivity. Major wins!

I was downloading my Garmin this morning and decided to look and see how many miles I’ve walked so far this year: 545.37 miles. Holy hell! Guess I really do love it.