Finally, something concrete

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.

About Rachel

I'm a writer in progress, and in my day job I copyedit/solve puzzles.
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