Friday, March 17, 2006
Like I'm not fat enough already. My new dietician studied the charts dealing with the BG readings, carb, insulin and exercise regime and pronounced the reason I wasn't losing weight was that my body was starving itself and had shut down. Therefore I needed to eat more. I hate it when I go to see a medical practioner and I leave feeling more sorry for them then I do for myself. I am not starving my body, I eat about 1200 calories a day; eating more protein for breakfast will cause me to gain lbs that will be a beggar to shake off. I know this, I live it every day. If I eat more, I weigh more. Unfortunately the inverse isn't true: if I eat less , I stay the same. Bad, bad body. It hates me, although sometimes I think it is just trying to protect me but is doing a really crap job at it. I was thinking about this as I drove away from the endo's office. If there was a cure for diabetes, would my body then pick out some other weird autoimmune disease for me to cope with. I then spent the rest of the journey imagining the most obscure one. I finally came up with Sjogren's syndrome. Luckily my sweetie called and invited me out for lunch. Yippee, a chance to take my mind of endocrinology and to eat more. A win-win situation, my dietician will be thrilled.