Good morning, all!
Candy, welcome to you--I'm new too. Looking forward to hearing your story.
Heather, I'm so disappointed for you that that ridiculous scale still isn't moving. Have you tried hiding it in a closet for a week? I have this theory that scales don't like to be in dark places and, once taken back out, they're so happy to be in the light that they let you lose at least a pound.
I'm continuously amazed when reading these posts about how much working out is going on here, how many people are using trainers, etc. I think it was on the "More to Love" thread where posters were writing about how much they hate the stereotyping that's going on on that show--"people who are overweight just sit around eating bonbons all day" "fat women are desperate for love and have sad, limited lives." I get angry whenever I see a media portrayal of a person who is obese just wallowing on the couch with a bag of chips. Or, the other night in my TOPS meeting (the one I quit), the husband of one of the members (he hangs out during the meeting because they all go out for pizza or chinese food after the meeting--sort of like going to an AA meeting and having your sponsor take you out for cocktails afterwards), this husband (who is thin and whose wife needs to lose about 30 pounds max) says to me, "If you just walk 20 minutes a day, you'll be surprised how quickly the weight will come off." Really???? Oh, thank god, I found an answer to my lifelong and chronic struggle with obesity!!!!
I'm off to visit my rheumatologist this morning, which always puts me in a crappy mood. I usually spend most of my time in the exam room crying, then try to hold it together long enough to pay my co-pay and schedule the next visit, then once in my car I just drive down the road and sob and blow my nose all the way home. Today I'm going to try to do better--I need to go in with a list of written questions. As the new semester approaches (I've been working part-time for the last 6 weeks), I'm beginning to panic as I think about putting in those 50-60 hour days again, still trying to take care of my crippled body on meds that just aren't working, and trying to stay on my weight-loss/health program. I just don't think I can do it all, which is really hard to admit.
I love my job, I love my crazy/busy life, I don't want to give anything up. At the same time, I'm looking down at my swollen legs full of edema and feeling my back ache and thinking that I'm asking my joints and my heart to carry around an extra 250 pounds--this is insane! I need to take care of me before I keel over and die. Making sure that Billy-Bob's senior thesis has good transitions is NOT as important as making sure that I live to see 50, right?
Hope everyone has a FAB day today. Be your own best invisible dancing carrot!
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