Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Ahh, Spring...

We were hit with an unexpected cold snap at the beginning of April. Blooming things had to retreat to the earth from wince they came, and those that couldn't will have to wait until next year to be seen again.

Saturday was chilly and rainy, but a fun and family-filled day. The FI-ance and my parents are this close to meeting now, since we saw them both on Saturday (the first time this happened on a non-holiday). His 'rents are the very eager type; if they're up early they assume we are too and insist on calling. Of course, this time we were glad they called because they were about half way to our still-sleep-filled house. On top of that we had to take the FI-ance's car for an oil change before they got to us and it was only 9:30am. Suddenly I had to put on clothes, hide stray underwear and clean the bathroom. And you know there's more, right? I'd told Mrs. FI-ance that I'd scan all the photos she gave me of FI-ance as a wobbly-headed boy by Saturday so that if we saw them she could take her albums back. You know I didn't do it. Stop playing, internet.

After a fairly short visit, where the 'rents dropped off the FI-ance's ladders and loaned us a big ol' saw for hacking away at the tree in the backyard, we picked up the car and then headed out to lunch. I wanted a simple soup and sandwich BAD, but the FI-ance wanted Chinese so I gave in and settled on our local Chinese Buffet. Don't get me wrong, I love a good buffet. My problem is that I love them too much. I always eat one plate too many and I always know I'm doing it.

What did me in this time? Oh, Lord. The. Peach. Cobbler. I will admit here that I am a bit oddball-like because I hate peaches and hate cooked peaches even more. But? But. That peach juice combined with a crispy, brown, flaky crust gets me every time. I had two heaping helpings. Almost ate myself sick.

Which brings me to all my health issues. I went to an internist Monday, she did a little physical exam and told me nothing felt or looked unusual. I go back tomorrow morning for blood work so they can check for thyroid conditions, diabetes, cholesterol issues...

Can I make a confession? I would love to be able to blame my insane weight gain on a semi-serious illness. LOVE IT. How sick is that? Obviously I had to step on a scale when I went to the doctor, and I've gained about 7 pounds since January. I thought about ordering some pants for summer today (size 22 women's...yay), but have since become a bit depressed. I look at all the crap I could be buying if I weren't so fat - cheap, cute stuff. Then I look at the fat people clothes - mostly matronly and expensive. Or, if they're cute, REALLY OUTRAGEOUSLY expensive. I cannot win.

It's also possible I've got irritable bowl syndrome. I might have to go to a gastrointerologist to see for sure. If my blood work comes back clear I'll have no more excuses; it'll be pretty clear that the fatigue is probably due to my 40lbs-in-one-year weight gain.

My doc suggested Weight Watchers and actually going to the meetings. I know it works for a lot of people, but it just seems so cheesy (mmmmm...cheeeeeese...). Sitting in a depressing little room filled with fat people talking about how hard it is to stop being fat. Not being able to say words like "cookie", "barbecue", "ham" or "bread" because it might be some fat fuck's trigger word or whatever.

Dammit. Can you tell how my day's going?

7 comments:

miss tracey nolan said...

I've added "Booster Juice" (like Jamba Juice in the States) to my diet and moderate exercise on Relaxo, the exercise bike and am telling myself that these are the only lifestyle changes I need to make.

Humph.

At least you're not kidding yourself like am I.

Right?

Hope you feel 100% soon.

SoMuchSugar said...

Darlin'!! Hope you feel better soon. I hope something useful/helpful comes back from those tests... I think you would be able to sense correctly if something's been wrong with your health lately...

Hope you have a good weekend and can survive the cold!! I'll try to send some sun your way -- Kim xoxoxo

citygirl said...

Tracey: "Booster Juice"? Why does that sound so dirty to me...?

Kim: Thanks for the sun! It's been in the 70s all week.

Malnurtured Snay said...

You must be gaining the weight I'm losing!

Anonymous said...

Actually WW meeting are not depressing and you find out you are not alone. And we do talk about food all the time - although we would never call each other fat fucks -

I love you blog and read it all the time. ou make me laugh

citygirl said...

Thanks Snay. Rub it in why don't you...

Kristen said...

I can't even tell you how many conversations I've had with my friend about weight and illness. She actually said to me before her dr. appt once "Pray for a thyroid condition for me." It's totally understandable. And the plus size clothes? Lame lame lame. I just joined WW yesterday. For the second time. Or third? This time I'm going to do it, though.

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