OK, about a year ago I was heavier than I'd been in quite a long time. COmbination of reasons -- a med whose doseage had been increased and slowed my normally fairly quick metabolism waaaaay down, followed by a bad accident in Feb '05 which rendered me immobile for months (broke left leg in 11 places, and post-reconstructive surgery was not allowed to walk AT ALL). The rehab progressed slowly & painfully and even when all the physio was nearing its goal, I wasn't exactly zooming around. In fact I am forbidden to ever run again unless, and I quote, "The house is on fire". So I was much to heavy imo and somewhat too heavy in doc's opinion.

Well, so: Since taking myself off the two meds that were messing me up, one with doc's foreknowledge and the other without (altho he approved it later) my metabolism has picked up again, gradually. Still not going to be engaging in strenuous athletic endeavours in the near future (if ever), but even after the complicated shoulder surgical repais I had 2 months ago, am very definitel more active than I was at, say, Thanksgiving or Christmas time.

So what;s the problem?? Simply this: The doc encouraged me , in fact was quite firm, that I should definitely get rid of some weight. The weight has dropped steadily and without much effort on my part, due to the factors I mentioned previously.

I saw both the docs involved last week & will see one of them again tomorrow at 1:30 pm. Last week they each weighed me and had separate but absolutely identical (!!!) stern little lectures for me:

--"We recommended a little while ago that you lose some weight."
--"Yes, Ma'am" (or "John" in the case of the Orthopaedic Surgeon)
--""Well, that;s fine, but YOU NEED TO STOP NOW!!!"


I mean wtf.

It's not as though I'm a size 0 or double-zero like my one daughter is. But I'm not "made" to be heavy; I've always been a long lanky drink of water except when I've been either preggers or having unforeseen drug reactions.

Jeebus.

"Lose weight lose weight lose weight...!!" "Stop stop stop stop STOP!!!"

YeeshFuckinYuck. Thanks for letting me rant. I swear there is no goddam pleasing some health professionals.


Chyia, disgusted and well apprehensive

Fuck em. That's what I say. I used to get the same lecture. Until I got off the drugs and they started putting me on different meds that caused me to blow up. I'm not made to be a fatty either. Not physically or mentally. It was torture for me to be fat.

Now, my meds are adjusted and changed up, etc. My appetite is back where it should be and the weight is coming off. I doubt that they'll tell me to stop yet, but I'm not gonna sweat it like I did when they used to. All I know is I was much happier being that way then when I was all blown up. Your body will settle at where it belongs. If you're happy, that's all that matters. As long as you're eating healthy meals and not starving yourself or anything like that, don't worry about it.

Thanks enormously, TR. Honest to godz I am not in danger of blowing away just yet.

I eat what I want,and aside from a few indulgences (peach ice cream, mmmmmmm) I eat pretty darn healthily. I gotta: I have a post-cardiac husband and he'll eat total crap if I don't see to actual proper meals. I do NOT however, eat things I hate, no matter how "healthful" they alledly are. I mean, life's too fuckin short to torture your tastebuds, okay?

Reassuring to know that someone else has been down this path and for pretty much the same reasons. I shall march in to my appointment this afternoon with a full complement of "Tracy says, fuck you!" in the attitude tank. lol

Thanks sweetie.

P.S. How are you doing? I think of you often.



Chyia,relieved!!

I think I'm in some wierd grieving thing. I'm actually waiting for a call right now, because I'm getting myself into a Master's program that I've been putting off for a long time because of all of these disasters. I'm getting a Master's in Secondary Education. I'll probably combine it with my Doctorate in Law and use them to teach Law in College. The attorney thing has stopped meaning anything to me a long time ago.

It's like I need to get some sort of direction in my life. Now that Sid's gone, I have no life here anymore. I need to do something or I'm just gonna fall into that hole we're all afraid of being doomed for if we're not careful and never get out. Is it too soon? Sure, probably. But I've been sitting in so much grief and sadness for quite awhile and I sort of need to just pretend that I have it together and maybe eventually I really will. That's what I hope anyways.

Aren't you sorry you asked?

Anyways, just smile and say "uh huh, ok doctor", but just eat and do what feels right for your body. It will do what it's supposed to. Doctors don't know it all. They only know what they've been taught, which doesn't apply to each and every individual case. Only you know what is right for you. As long as you're taking good care of yourself. I used to knock myself out trying to put on weight. I sure do miss those days and should have left well enough alone.

Thats so true. They have no idea what is the best thing for you, only what the text book definition of it is.
Ignore the fuckers and do what makes you happy, as long as youre healthy about it!