getting diagnosed completely changed my outlook for the better. i just wish that it had happened 10 years earlier. it would have made the last ten years or so of my life far more pleasant.
i was always mildly concerned about my lack of AF from the time i was in high school, but of course no gyn takes seriously the fertility concerns of a teenager. of course, another decade passed and nothing changed. meanwhile i kept gaining weight.
well actually, through high school and half of college i was dieting really obsessively and running about 20 miles a week so i was basically maintaining. but i was soooo frustrated and full of self loathing because i could not figure out why i couldn't seem to lose weight when i felt like i was working so hard. so eventually i just said f**k it, and gave up entirely. needless to say, my weight really began to balloon at that point.
i've been engaged in this battle with my body since i was probably 14 or 15 years old. i just wish that i hadn't spent the last 10 years hating myself for it and feeling hopeless, fat, and ugly. (it's ironic...my mother has always been on my case about my weight, prob since i was about 11, this is a long story for another time. and my father pretty much stayed out of it. but i remember vividly the time when i was about 16 when both of my parents sat me down for a Talk about how they were both worried about my weight. and this was when i hit 140 at the same height i am now. funny how lovely 140 seems to me now. over the years this conversation has repeated itself countless times, and the sting of hearing it from your parents never really goes away.) the pcos diagnosis was the thing that finally gave me the hope to start trying again. also it had the added benefit of helping explain why i seem so sluggish, tired, and distracted all the time. it was actually a really amazing revelation for me. though i'm still very worried about the TTC issue, though i guess first i gotta find a man...
