co*num*drum – a confusing and difficult problem or question
Its no secret that I need to lose weight. Now more than ever.
I am like the Stay Fucking Puft Marshmallow Man.
I am the first to admit, I am by no means a healthy eater and it has been quite some time since I was able to do a proper workout. I would love nothing more than to get into the gym and lift heavy shit. I am so hopeful that this new medicine will allow me to resume my life.
Have you ever felt trapped? Try being trapped in a body you don’t recognize. I feel like the real me is buried underneath these layers of blubber and she is drowning. Suffocating. She is disentergrating. It’s like I am stuck in here and my skin is going to burst.
Here is my issue – and by no means am I making excuses or blaming someone else for my situation…. The fact of the matter is very simple.
Up to the past week, I hurt. My whole body was sore. It is very difficult to do anything when you are in pain. So maybe it is an excuse, but it is the reason I have not worked out or done anything remotely resembling exercise. I don’t eat good either, can’t blame that on anyone either. Current status is wicked sore left knee. Fuckin arthritis. UGHHH
I have allowed my disease to rule my life. I am not proud of it, this is a badge I do not want. But sadly , this has become my reality. And not for nothing I do not even have a name for this disease. I have a faceless demon ripping my life from me and I can’t even blame anything for it. Its frustrating as hell.
- Whole body pain
- Fire skin
These are for the most part, daily occurances. While I have had some relief from the pain depending on the different medication I have been on , it always comes back.
Tonight I will do my 6th Actemra injection. All in all, so far, the whole body pain has subsided and the fire skin has too. My knees are killing me, but I am pretty sure that is more due to my ridiculous weight gain.
So here I am , wanting to work out, wanting to be a better version of me and here I sit, broken. That is my conumdrum.
When I went to the Sleep Disorder doc, she recommended that I check out the Center for weight Management at the hospital. I said yes, figured I would get some tips and tricks and maybe, just maybe , be able to jump start my weight loss.
I am stuck in a vicious circle.
Need to lose weight —> In pain and hurts to move so I can’t exercise —> depressed about it all —> Eat more and move less due to the pain and depression —-> Miserable all the time —> always exhausted —> New medicine ( yay!) —> soreness subsides EVERYWHERE EXCEPT MY KNEE! —-> Finally feeling better —> can’t do shit cause my knee makes it hard to move— Back where I started —> Need to lose weight
So at the appointment I get weighed in of course. And the number is the highest it has ever been, like disgustingly high. Didn’t help that I had to do it twice cause the nurse asked me to get on the scale then walked away, like I needed to see those big red numbers twice. Ugh.
Then as I sit reeling from the metaphorical weight of my physical weight, the nurse lightly says ” I’ll take of 3 pounds for shoes and clothes”.
BIG SHIT,what difference does 3 pounds make?! Is that supposed to comfort me?
Doc comes in and I go over my history while she takes notes and reads my file. When your doctor says ” oh boy ” multiple times….. kinda sucks. So she non chalauntly says I am definitely a candidate for surgery, particularly the sleeve version. Because of my ” complex medical history” and my ,current medications, she did not feel that putting me on the common weight loss pill would be good for me and would cause issues. She prescribed a hormone shot that I will do every day that should help with cravings. Of course I need to wait for the insurance to approve it, so , not sure how that will work just yet.
So , here I wait. I was told the surgical team will call me to start the process and make sure I qualify. And all my doctors need to approve as well. 1st step is an informational meeting that I need to attend.
I have to be honest, I never imagined that I would be someone considering weight loss surgery. And I know that my current state is of my own doing , and if I do the surgery , to be successful I need to change a lot. And did I get some help from the meds I was on? I am sure I did, but I can’t blame being morbidly obese on them.
My life is my fault. And maybe if I didn’t weigh so much , my Meganitis would not be as bad. Who knows? All I know is that I need to do something that gives me a fighting chance at feeling better. Everything is connected.
The absolute worst thing about all of this weight shit is I did it to myself. Its completely embarrassing being this gross thing that I have become.
Sometimes, I just don’t know who I am . Like there is a version of myself I see in my head and she sees the outside and can’t get out or be heard. I know I am a crazy person.
I just want to be happy. Happy in myself, happy with myself, Happy in this life. I just have 37 years of failure to contend with. Isn’t it awful that more often than not, we are our own worst enemies?
Cheers to new hopes on the horizon…
Just Keep Swimming and Don’t Stop Believing,