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x-posted to maryfat, my weight/exercise/food journal.
I've just come back from the doctor's. I got given a prescription for deep heat spray, which I am now currently wearing. I sprayed a bit much, and it is hot! I got a "this is not a lecture" lecture about how I really need to lose weight and how it's getting dangerous for me now. Oh really? I wouldn't have guessed. I'm 19 1/2 stone (273 pounds). I'm literate, numerate, able to take in information... of course I bloody know that I need to lose weight. I am currently learning how to cope with feeling stuff without stuffing myself. Last night I was feeling a bit lonely and needy... I ran myself a hot bath, had a cry in the bath (a good thing I think), made myself 2 cups of ginger tea plus 1 cup of hot chocolate/soy milk, and didn't go to the shop for unnecessary food/wine. I'm pretty pleased about that, but it's a new development really. This last period of putting on weight I haven't had any/many full-on binges, but I've been steadily comfort eating. I put on 2 1/2 stones this way. In the last few years I have lost a couple of stone then gained 3 each year or so.
The doctor said he was really worried about me. He said that I should think of taking appetite suppressors; he was going to recommend a modern one which is apparently really expensive. That's when it hit me how serious he was taking it. I'm taking it seriously too, and it p*sses me off that doctors don't really seem to understand this. I know it's his job to raise it.
I told him some of what I'm doing to try and manage things, but he didn't really have time and I usually go over this sort of thing with my psychiatrist anyway.
Meh. Anyway, I'm getting healthier and losing weight (albeit slowly). I will make sure that I won't overeat/eat unhealthy foods so I don't feel the feelings I have right now. Five words or less to describe how I am feeling: disrespected, ashamed, worried, tearful, determined.
I'm going to set myself a new goal when I reach 270.
I've just come back from the doctor's. I got given a prescription for deep heat spray, which I am now currently wearing. I sprayed a bit much, and it is hot! I got a "this is not a lecture" lecture about how I really need to lose weight and how it's getting dangerous for me now. Oh really? I wouldn't have guessed. I'm 19 1/2 stone (273 pounds). I'm literate, numerate, able to take in information... of course I bloody know that I need to lose weight. I am currently learning how to cope with feeling stuff without stuffing myself. Last night I was feeling a bit lonely and needy... I ran myself a hot bath, had a cry in the bath (a good thing I think), made myself 2 cups of ginger tea plus 1 cup of hot chocolate/soy milk, and didn't go to the shop for unnecessary food/wine. I'm pretty pleased about that, but it's a new development really. This last period of putting on weight I haven't had any/many full-on binges, but I've been steadily comfort eating. I put on 2 1/2 stones this way. In the last few years I have lost a couple of stone then gained 3 each year or so.
The doctor said he was really worried about me. He said that I should think of taking appetite suppressors; he was going to recommend a modern one which is apparently really expensive. That's when it hit me how serious he was taking it. I'm taking it seriously too, and it p*sses me off that doctors don't really seem to understand this. I know it's his job to raise it.
I told him some of what I'm doing to try and manage things, but he didn't really have time and I usually go over this sort of thing with my psychiatrist anyway.
Meh. Anyway, I'm getting healthier and losing weight (albeit slowly). I will make sure that I won't overeat/eat unhealthy foods so I don't feel the feelings I have right now. Five words or less to describe how I am feeling: disrespected, ashamed, worried, tearful, determined.
I'm going to set myself a new goal when I reach 270.