Well, that's a pretty negative subject line, huh?
Most of you know I have struggled with weight my entire life.
If you haven't read my story you can read it here.
But today I'm here to share a different story and to show you "I get it."
About six months ago I was having heart palpitations and I went to ( okay, Megan made me) go to the doctor.
This was the first time I had been to a primary care doctor since I had to get a physical to get in college back in 2007.
The doctor did a full overview of things, that standard height, weight, blood pressure, he did an EKG to look at my heart and it all checked out good.
He asked me to explain a typical day, so I did.
I explained to him how I had a very addictive/obsessive personality, never stop working, and drank two pots of coffee a day.
Well, there you have it. It doesn't take a doctor to figure that out.
Coffee is great for you, but two pots of coffee will put your heart through some serious stuff.
He told me to chill out, limit the coffee, slow down a little, and let's follow up in six months since everything else looked normal.
Yesterday was the six month follow up visit...
I had felt fine the last six months, a couple times felt my heart race on days I knew I had too much coffee, but for the most part, I was feeling great.
What happened yesterday had nothing to do with my heart...
I got called in, the medical assistant took my height, weight, and blood pressure.
The usual stuff.
I had seen the scale creep up, but it didn't really register with me.
The doctor came in, we talked about my heart, he had no worries about it, I got my flu shot, and I thought I was on my way.
As he's getting ready to finish up his notes on the computer he turns to me and says...
"I know you don't need me to tell you this, but you've gained 13 pounds since I last you."
Instant change of emotion.
You see, hearing that, it's not the 13lbs, I knew I had put on some weight (don't they call it sympathy weight) in the last few months of Megan's pregnancy and these first couple months of Kaden being born.
I knew I had gained the weight, that wasn't the surprise.
It was the emotional state it brought me back to hearing it from the doctor.
It INSTANTLY brought me back to my middle school and high school days when I was 380lbs and all the doctor would say is "you know, you really need to lose some weight."
Don't you just want to slap them when they say that?
It was a trigger...
Instantly I felt defeated, upset, and frustrated.
Again, it's not that I didn't know I had gained the 13lbs, or I'm worried about how to take it off, I know all of that.
It was the flashback to my days of almost 400lbs, and the mental state that it put me in.
I shared that story with you today because I want you to know...
I get it.
We get it.
I'm not living your life, we all have our own struggles, we all have our own stories, but I can at least relate a little.
I've struggled with weight my entire life, and it will always be a battle that I fight.
But that's ok.
Without that battle in my life, I wouldn't be who I am today.
1% Better, right?
Dedicated to Your Success,