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Yesterday, I went to the doctor. I have always been a thick, curvy girl. At my lowest weight, in college where I went up and down stairs all day and when I was on the road and walked everywhere, I was 140 pounds (A hot, hourglass 140). I have wide Irish hips and shoulders. I have been hovering between 195 and 205 for the last 3 years.

Three years ago I had started making head way. I got passed the hump where exercise is tedious and sucks into where I liked doing it and looked forward to it in the evening. Then I got an intestinal infection. I was in the hospital for 4 days and almost had surgery, but they pumped me full of anti-biotics and I responded well. And I went home and healed, but I never got my energy back. It took 11 months for me to start thinking about Celiacs. My son was diagnosed several years before, so all of our family meals were pretty much gluten free. So after reviewing the symptoms from several sources, and finding fatigue in the top five on all of them, I went gluten free, too. (Really, I hadn't cleaned my house more than picking stuff up off the floor in a year. I think I vacuumed twice in that year. By the time I got to that point, I was so tired I couldn't get up once I sat down.) I improved. I felt noticeably better at about 6 weeks to the point where I knew this was no longer an experiment; this was going to be my life.

I haven't had blood tests or a biopsy to confirm the Celiacs. The biopsy won't ever happen because there is no way I'm voluntarily eating anything with gluten ever to test the amount of inflammation that will happen.


So I feel better, and I've been trying to exercise, but I can't get over that hump. Even after weeks of trying to do 15 minutes of stuff a day, it's a trial every time I want to be active. So, at the doctor yesterday, I had gone up 3 pounds to 208. That's pretty much my highest weight. The NP asked if I wanted to try something different. So this morning I took my first dose of Adipex-P. We talked at length about side effects to watch out for, so I'm not looking anything else up on the drug. (please don't tell me about your aunt who had a heart attack on it, I'm anxious enough, thank you) I know I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. I've also had some weird stuff wrong with me, but I don't want my mental stuff to influence how I'm reacting physically. My hope is that this helps boost my metabolism, which has been in the toilet for the last 3 years. So I'm hopeful that this will help me get healthier.

In better news, tomorrow is my kids 14th birthday. My son had a conversation with me this morning. He's very limited verbally, but he told me he wanted to go to the museum. We keep an older smart phone that he can use to access the wifi at the house. This keeps him from doing things like running up charges on Amazon (he's cracked my password twice.) He showed me pictures of the museum to illustrate his point. He then said he wanted to go see his grandparents. I showed him on the calendar that tomorrow is his birthday and we will probably go see them and then go find him a new DS (he's a little rough and recently destroyed the one he got for Christmas 18 months ago.) So he's really happy.

He's a sweet kid, so I'll share him singing Sandy the Squirrel's Texas song. I posted it to show far flung friends and relatives how much he has improved.

As a side note, I've been ignoring the asshole comment, but I've been tempted to ask why he was looking at little kids singing on the internet.

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