I’ve spent the last several years trying to lose weight. I’ve exercised, changed portion sizes, counted calories, cut out processed carbs. My doctor checked my thyroid and blood sugar. I could lose five pounds, or maybe ten. I lost the most when I was taking prednisone when I had bronchitis. But I would gain it all back, plus another four or five.
This has been the cycle I’ve lived with for a long time. Long stretches of exercise and eating well, getting physically healthy and not losing anything. So I’d give up for a few months. Because why bother? I couldn’t lose anything anyway, and if I did, it’s just come back plus more.
In March, one of my doctors had a lot of different tests run. One was to test for a genetic marker for stroke. All clear on that one. She also had my insulin and hormone levels tested. I have insulin resistant PCOS.
Turns out I do a have an actual medical reason for my difficulty losing weight.
I talked with my GP, and she prescribed metformin for me. From what I’ve read, it’s a common treatment, and it should make my body work right. Or at least better. So, hopefully, I’ll actually be able to start losing weight.
In other not-great news, my oldest uncle is in the hospital. He broke an arm, and he had to have surgery to put a rod in to help it heal. And he has cancer–a tumor in his pelvis, one on his spine, and a mass in his lungs. My family is still waiting on the results of the biopsy, so I don’t know anything else. Please, if you would, keep him and my family in your thoughts and prayers. This hasn’t been the greatest year for us.