Weight loss resolution kept…so far
Updated: Feb 7
I’ve lost about eight pounds this year. I’m thrilled to see the new lower number on my scale. And the most amazing thing about this? The weight loss was effortless.
I didn’t deprive myself of the foods I love. I didn’t spend an hour a day exercising. I wasn’t on that ridiculous diet where you chew your food but don’t swallow. (Remember that nonsense?)
Nope, it was none of those things. I was sick. For a whole entire month, I felt like crap. Had no desire to eat. The very smell of food made me nauseous. I had to force myself to eat the minimum required to give me energy to function.
A rational person would’ve gone to the doctor. I’m not known for being rational. Well, I am most of the time, but not when it comes to health. I take the ignorance is bliss approach when it comes to my body.
Going to the doctor can be like going to a mechanic. The doctor keeps poking, prodding and testing until she—I go to women if at all possible!—finds something wrong. And who needs that? Not me, that’s for sure.
But after a month of being sick (and the weight loss slowing down), I decided that there might really be something wrong, something that required medical care.
And so last Wednesday morning, I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment. The call itself seemed to clear up all my symptoms because for the remainder of that day, I felt better than I had in weeks.
I kept the appointment I set for Friday, sure that if I canceled, the problems I’d been having would return. So I sat in my doctor’s office trying to explain why I was there when I wasn't sick. It was a bit embarrassing.
She checked me and, not surprisingly, found nothing wrong. The mystery illness was gone.
And my appetite is now back with a vengeance. If I want to continue to lose weight, I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way—with diet and exercise—because I certainly don’t see myself chewing my chocolate cake and then spitting it out!