There...admitting it is the first step.
The second step...calling my doctor to make an appointment for an annual physical.
Oh, wait, did you say annual...since I seemed to have done this pretty regularly when I was in baby-making mode, but not now. It's been almost 6 years since my last pap/complete physical. The last time I had a physical, I was breastfeeding full time and weighed 129 pounds. My labwork was great and I was in the best shape of my life. Did I mention I had a 6 month old, 24 month old and a 3 1/2 year old? And I'm complaining now that I can't find time to work exercise into my day. Hmmmph...time to give that more though.
After casual conversation with some physician friends, I am showing classic thyroid/stress hormone problems. Ugg...I've always been annoyed by the Oprah-like excuse people use for their weight-gain, "my thyroid is off". But now, I feel empowered that there's a real reason why my weight watchers weigh-in is showing +9 for the past couple of weeks. I won't even put a picture of my weight on here, because I wasn't brave enough to want to see it every time scrolled through my pictures so I deleted it. To coin another phrase that I detest...it is what it is.
So, I'm still around. I have found that I avoid going out with friends because I don't have any clothes that fit me. There, that's my confession....
...I'm 30 pounds heavier than I should be, and I look about 6 months pregnant.
My doctor's appointment is the first week of August, and I'm making my list of questions now.
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