Monday, November 24, 2008

Not Letting Weigh-ins Carry Too Much Weight

So, I have an appointment with my physician today, the first time I've seen him since I came in with my tropical infection back in August.  I had some bloodwork done earlier this year that showed that my thyroid levels were low, and I want to have that checked again, plus I need a referral for a new Dexa scan.  

I have gained weight since my last appointment, more than can be attributed to normal fluctuation, and I am really, really dreading having the nurse look at the huge jump in numbers when she writes it on my chart.  I weigh myself at home, so it won't do me any good to ask to be weighed backwards or anything like that, I know exactly what the number is.  Technically, these people are in the health business, do I really think they're going to look down on me for moving more towards the healthy range?  No, not really, but I still just feel anxious and strange about it.  
So, it would have been super easy to restrict food, sodium, water, etc over the past couple of days to minimize the number.  It crossed my mind multiple times a day.  Actually it didn't cross my mind, that sounds to fleeting, it made my mind feel criss-crossed.   I held on, though, and did my normal thing.  Now that the appointment is looming this afternoon, I came so close to making a last-ditch effort, I am meeting a friend for coffee later so that would have made it easy for me to skip breakfast, or at least cut back.  

Normally I would have done that without even debating.  But really, is it worth days and days of my suffering for the 10 seconds or so that the nurse will spend recording and/or reacting to my weight?  I think not.  I have too many other things to spend my energy and anxiety on right now.

So, I just finished my normal breakfast, and I'm going to get a LARGE coffee with my friend, specifically to confront my worries about water weight.  And I'll be honest with the doctor about my exercise, that one is always hard.  And about my still absent period, that one is always harder.  Not so much that I'm reluctant to tell him, he's a doctor, but he's always got an assistant this invariably some cute young woman not much older than me, very perfectly proportioned and probably very fertile, and I just get embarrassed.

And I won't let myself get anxious about the needle when they draw my blood, considering my adventure from this past weekend, that would just be silly, right?  

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

If someone DOES say something about your weight, I'm sure it would be to congratulate you on how much better you're doing. Good for you. :)

Tiptoe said...

Yeah Cammy! This is a big thing for you, and it is so great to see your mindshift change. I hope the appt. went well and you were able to be honest.

Lisa and Jim said...

"It made my mind feel criss-crossed."

Excellent phrase.

Wrapped up in Life said...

I hear you so loudly on this one. I used to do the same things. Even to the point of weighing my clothes on the kitchen scale, so I knew what to subtract. Then I started to wonder if te scale at the Dr's office was tared to account for clothing....egh, yuck.

I get weighed today, and alost fell into that trap last night, in having dinner. But I didn't let my ed win. Nope, I ate what I felt like eating, just like you enjoyed your breakfast with your friend.

Way to go!

p.s. I also like the statement Lisa paraphrased...

Anonymous said...

Kudos to you. That's a huge step for a lot of the average women I know, never mind the ones in eating disorder recovery. I hope it all went well for you.

Lola