This Crazy Life

A day.  For days on end.  That’s how many steps she’s been doing.  How?  When?  Where?  How did I miss this?  She told me she’s been doing this since her old doctor.  So, since February/March.  But she hasn’t.  It’s been since early September.  It was increasing in August but then it spiked just a couple of weeks ago.  She told me I took what she used to do away from her.  I said what you used to do?  Yes, not eating, so now this is what I have to do.  If she doesn’t reach certain steps by certain times she’s pacing.  Essentially, she’s moving all day from the time she wakes up until she goes to bed.  Well of course her weight and vitals are going down.  So we’ve been working on decreasing the calories burned and step count.  Is she actually decreasing them?  Or is she taking her watch off?  I have zero idea and I’m not monitoring her 24/7.  I can’t.  And she wouldn’t let me even if I tried.  And she’s doing this on her own with my support.  If she asked me to supervise more I would be all for it.  But I’m not forcing it.  We’ve been there, done that.  Anyway, the last 3 days she’s only walked between 24,000 to 27,000 steps.  So better.  But it feels crazy to say only, because that is still a crap ton of steps.  A crap ton.  Walking a half marathon day after day after day.  I can only imagine how her body must feel.  Or how it should feel if she listened to it.  And she’s definitely not eating enough to be doing that much.  So that worries me too.  But we go back to the doctor on Monday so we’ll see what her doctor says and what we need to do next.  Sometimes I think going back into the hospital for a couple of days would be a good reset.  Break the stepping cycle for a couple of days and realize she didn’t die.  But at the same time, if she thinks she gained too much weight, then she’s only going to do more and eat less when we get home.  It’s a catch 22.