...That would make so much sense.
Feb. 3rd, 2009 04:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordinistaSo, for pretty much my whole life I've struggled with my weight. Right now, I live pretty healthily -- I walk 2 miles a day, 4 days a week (Fridays are errand days, weekends are for fun things); I have agility lessons with Darwin once a week (wherein I run around like a lunatic for about 40 minutes); I buy nothing but lean cuts of meat; I eat plenty of vegetables and fruit; I have cut hydrogenated fats out of my diet pretty much completely. My worst habits are that I sometimes skip meals and I get a nonfat latte from Starbucks once a week. Last night I had fast food for the first time in quite literally YEARS.*
And yet, am still overweight.
In fact, since upping the dog-walking distance from one mile to two, and cutting out the fats, I have in fact gained weight.
One of the few times in my life when I was anywhere near my ideal weight was during my first year of grad school when I was barely eating enough to keep a gnat alive, and would skip dinner in favor of falling into bed at night, completely exhausted. During my undergraduate years, I went to the gym regularly -- would get up at 6:00 AM for the sole purpose of going to the gym... and I was still overweight. When I was 19, I was -- again -- barely eating enough to keep a gnat alive (I was going through some emotional stuff), walking 1-2 miles a day and horseback riding. So apparently, for me to lose weight, I have to be on the cusp of developing an eating disorder.
I went to the doctor today -- just a routine new-patient appointment. I have an excellent resting pulse (64 bpm), very good blood-pressure (117/78), and -- aside from the weight issue (and the hand thing) -- am perfectly healthy. I left with a slip to get my right hand X-rayed (FINALLY, yes, I know), and a slip to get some blood work done.
He wants to see if I have a thyroid problem.
...
My grandmother had a thyroid problem, and I did not know about this until I got home and was telling Mom about the appointment.
I have one question:
Why the hell was this not addressed sooner?
*It occurs to me that it says very good things about Whataburger that someone who does not eat fast-food can eat there and not experience a gastrointestinal uprising.
And yet, am still overweight.
In fact, since upping the dog-walking distance from one mile to two, and cutting out the fats, I have in fact gained weight.
One of the few times in my life when I was anywhere near my ideal weight was during my first year of grad school when I was barely eating enough to keep a gnat alive, and would skip dinner in favor of falling into bed at night, completely exhausted. During my undergraduate years, I went to the gym regularly -- would get up at 6:00 AM for the sole purpose of going to the gym... and I was still overweight. When I was 19, I was -- again -- barely eating enough to keep a gnat alive (I was going through some emotional stuff), walking 1-2 miles a day and horseback riding. So apparently, for me to lose weight, I have to be on the cusp of developing an eating disorder.
I went to the doctor today -- just a routine new-patient appointment. I have an excellent resting pulse (64 bpm), very good blood-pressure (117/78), and -- aside from the weight issue (and the hand thing) -- am perfectly healthy. I left with a slip to get my right hand X-rayed (FINALLY, yes, I know), and a slip to get some blood work done.
He wants to see if I have a thyroid problem.
...
My grandmother had a thyroid problem, and I did not know about this until I got home and was telling Mom about the appointment.
I have one question:
Why the hell was this not addressed sooner?
*It occurs to me that it says very good things about Whataburger that someone who does not eat fast-food can eat there and not experience a gastrointestinal uprising.
