Rambling…

This is where I will contain all my thoughts about the strangeness that comes to mind as I fight to be successful with this weight loss – this time.  You see, I had a goal.  I started in October of 2008.  I had 6 months to lose 30lbs and be healthy for my birthday in April.

And I failed.

It happened slowly, I almost didn’t notice.  Some rainy weather.  Too much work.  Adopting the family and all the time that took.  Then it was New Year’s.  I still had time.  Went hard-core.  Riding 5 times a week, 2 1/2 to 3 hours a day.  I was exhausted.  Then, I’d get on the scale, no weight loss week one, or 2, or 3, and so on.  It was depressing. 

I kinda gave up.  Scheduled alot of work – no days off.  Lost my weight-losing focus.  It was January, our annivesary.  I was still fat.  No, Guy, let’s not go out – why bother.  Then Valentine’s Day.  Still fat.  No, it won’t be fun dragging my fat a** into a restaurant to stuff my face, maybe next year. 

Finally went to the doctor – something must be wrong, can you check?  His reply “you just need to accept that you’re getting older, your metabolism is slowing down”.  I look at him, he’s not fat, but not in shape either.  I ask him if he understands what riding 200 miles a week is like.  That my metabolism must be really, really slow for me to not be losing weight a ‘little’ with that much exercise.  He gives me that ‘look’.  You know, I hate that ‘look’.  That ‘you are just an argumentative, difficult, ignorant women that doesn’t know what she’s talking about’ look.  You ever get that look?  I bet not.  Well, I ask him to test my blood, find out if maybe my thyroid’s not working right.  He states it one of the standard tests he runs, but he doesn’t believe that’s what the problem is.

Sure enough that’s what the problem is.  This gives me some renewed hope.  A light at the end of the perverbial tunnel, so to speak.  So, now I will take levothyroxin for the rest of my life.

to be continued…