So hey, guys. I’m not sure if you know, I’m I am fat. I am a fat fat fatty fat fat. I’ve been pudgy since I was 7 or so, 2nd grade. Not sure what switch flipped, because I was a cute little kid, skinny as a rail.
Maybe it was all that depression from [currently redacted] and emotional and stress eating bc the parents did nothing but fight. Hm.
Well, anyway, I KNOW I’m fat. I’m ME. I’m INSIDE here. And guess what? All the diet plans in the world, all the pills in the world, all the exercise in the world…NONE OF IT WORKS FOR ME.
But the physicians I’ve been going to see me and immediately think I need to drop 50-60 pounds and I would be Healthy AF.
Being at 250 for most of my life, once close to 270, also once close to 200 even, I understand that I would be healthier if I could drop some weight.
I AM 40 YEARS OLD. DO THEY NOT THINK I WOULD HAVE DONE IT BY NOW IF I COULD?
I have been one of the most active fat people I know. I’ve taken dance classes, yoga, I stage managed for a million years, I’ve crewed hundreds of theatre shows, running with swords backstage, down stairs, up stairs…
But all that weight HAS caused some problems in my feet. I have stress fractures (among other really bad things) in both feet, and a good chunk of my day is spent wincing from the walking-on-broken-glass pain.
So yeah. I’m 225-230, I’m constantly on the move, but constantly exhausted, AND am also constantly in pain. So walking my dog is a killer, and I would love to be able to go for a distance without nearly crying from pain. Yoga is done while I’m in bed, because I’ve got torn tendons and ligaments in my right foot at the moment. On an average day, I walk 5 miles: at work, and also while walking the dog. I’m also lifting at work, and my dog pulls, so there’s resistance training involved, too.
But my last doctor and dietician (omg HA) wanted me to get my heart rate up an hour per day and keep moving, even inside, and (OF COURSE) do YOGA because YOGA CURES EVERYTHING.
<YO. I didn’t draw those (check the artist, Gemma Correll).>
It’s currently 2017. It took me 2 years to realize weight bias was a thing. But it definitely is. It’s been the first thing with the last three doctors I’ve been with. Put me on Contrave, which was a very expensive, but amazing product, that kinda screwed me over once I couldn’t afford it anymore. Then, after Contrave, the next doc gave me Phentermine, which did nothing but send me on a sugar binge that I’m just now coming out of, and make me talk really fast and really loud, and crash at the end of the day.
My last doctor recommended yoga. For everything. Pain management, gut issues, migraines, cramps, drought, acne, my GOD someone write a PAPER.
Oh wait. There are literally MILLIONS of books stating how good yoga is for your body, not to mention your mind. I believe it. I’ve been there. I’ve been STUCK in the very first pose before. Have I mentioned my injured feet, the DDD in my back, the arthritis in my spine? I can’t always move. And when I DO move, I’m always moving. And I’m not sure how, because I’m ALWAYS exhausted…
Well, most of the time. I’m currently experiencing a renaissance of sorts. One of many things happening to me right now is that I feel like a normal human being. Which is not correct, because rarely do I ever feel that way. That might be the Abilify kicking in, filling in empty spots in my brain. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice. I’m getting tons of stuff done. But I’m also waking up before dawn like I’m a person who does that, which I am not, and does stuff. Like, I’m wide awake. For instance, I was wide awake at 3:45 this morning and I painted my nails in the dark. And it looks like I was painting my nails in the dark at 3:45 am.
I also joined the #5AmWritersClub on Twitter on Monday morning. I actually edited and rewrote parts of a story I’ve been working on for a few years. I’m cleaning things, I’m organizing things…
I feel KIND of like the Oldish Me, but like…on LSD and Steroids. Way too loud and cheerful. I’m wondering if this is just another personality that’s trying to pop out. I don’t have time for that. There’s no room left.
Anyway, when I’m not exhausted and in bed all the time, the pendulum swings for the highest high. There are rarely any happy mediums. Plenty of grumpy ones, but not many happy ones. So I’m going to enjoy what I’ve got, and maybe I’ll do some yoga for FUN.
But probably not, since my back is in spasm and my hip is out of place.