So I have success this week with Metaformin. My cycle is back to normal and I have my fertility again. This news however pales in comparison to what happened at my first appointment with the gastroenterologist. I have never ever considered myself obese even as I tip the scales now at 270. I just take it as a temporary weight gain, but the truth is I haven't gone down in a while. It's sad to say but when you have no control over your weight compared to the average person you simply get used to whatever plateau you are at.At the end of puberty I shot up to 5'9"-5'10" and leveled out about 160. I thought that was HUGE! back then and had so much shame I of course changed my lifestyle becoming more reclusive and less active. If I could go back I would shake the hell out of my old self for feeling that way since I was practically a amazon goddess. When my Hashimoto's disease kicked in I became fatigued easily and the chaos it played with my metabolism only kept more weight coming. In my twenties I plateaued for a long time at 220 & 250 after my thyroid had died and I began to suffer Intestinal diseases. Becoming secure in that weight was relief. However the low activity has caught up to me fast after the gallbladder disease came.
Today, here I sit then at 273lbs in the office of my liver specialist and the first thing he tells me is that I need Gastric Bypass. I find this to shocking to even consider. Bypass after all is for obese people and I'm just overweight...which is simply how I come with being not in control of my body size. Operating on my stomach just for rapid weight loss seems like they would be taking out the fattest part of me which in truth is true. My father has the same issue with portion size and due to our longer bowel, an inherited condition, that action is more dire. It reminds me of a story I read in freshman English, the most girl part of me. I do find it hilarious however that I spent most of the appointment talking the doctor down explaining how there were a number of changes I could make to lose weight naturally and in fact that most of my family had been able to reduce their weight and keep it off.
The doctor has done his job however, I am scared. My blood work is only 10 points short of being declared diabetic which would affect my insurance purchasing power/coverage for life. I simply can't allow myself to become any more sick than I am in these past few years. I have at least 10 major diagonosises right now all verifiable and that list is simply to large to even convey clearly.
The most aggravating thing about all of this is how many obstacles I have to overcome in order to increase my health. For one my living arrangements aren't stable, I'm on heavy medications that leave me exercise intolerant and at risk of severe emergencies if my diet is altered too much. There is also of course the people problem. This is more of a time issue than anything else. The husband working mostly nights and me needing to eat on his schedule or pay cash for alternative meal plans. Then there are my conditions themselves; they want me to be fat!The husband however is all on board for completely changing our diet but if we do anything it has to be together. First things first though I need new walking shoes...