Skip to content

Diet Talk Detox

May 7, 2014

Weight LossFat HealthExerciseEating DisordersMy Boring-Ass LifeDickweedDiet Talk

Trigger warning: Diet and weight loss talk.

With various injuries, detours to specialists, and other tasks that need taken care of, I’ve been putting off my routine medical visits for about a year at this point. When my NuvaRing prescription ran out, I finally had to address my lack of check-up. I hate that chemical birth control is prescription-only because it’s not much more than a tether to the prescriber. And it worked, because my options were go back for a new one or start having periods again.

While my doctor tends to be HAES-friendly, her staff isn’t. At several points during the history update, I received the suggestion that I go on a diet. Initially, I told the nurse that I was on a diet. Every No Dietliving thing is on a diet of some sort, be it a diet of sunlight, a diet of plankton, or a diet of whatever you want. Unsurprisingly, we didn’t see eye-to-eye on that definition.

Next round of bloodwork review, she wanted more information about my diet, so I told her about my eating habits. Next round, it was the suggestion that I go on a weight-loss diet. If my thyroid was fixed, surely I could lose weight. I recounted my year of Weight Watchers, where my weight loss “curve” was a flat line. Her final attempt was to tell me what I should eat. No amount of explaining that the foods she thinks I should eat do nothing but make me sick would dissuade her from the notion that I need to eat those foods. No, pairing a “sugar bomb” with protein did not help.

She finally left it with the note that I will consult with my specialists. This isn’t a doctor I see regularly, so I put up with it to get to the prodding of my insides and the prescription. A week later, my endocrinologist told me he’d write me one san lecture or having to get naked.

While I’d prefer not to gain more weight, since replacing a wardrobe is expensive, I do find changes in my weight to be a useful diagnostic tool. Gaining weight like crazy? Time to check thyroid function. Losing weight like crazy? Not the time to tell me how nice my face is looking, I need to check my adrenal function. I also don’t like losing a lot of weight because, again, replacing a wardrobe is still expensive.

Since I’ve been able to stay the same size for a couple of years now, I’m more willing to get myself nice things that last, rather than the cheapest things I could find because I don’t know what size the next month would bring. This stability has made me willing to get a drawer full of cute and colorful exercise clothes to wear for physical therapy, skating class, and off-ice training. Thanks to Swimsuits for All, my size 22 body is much easier to get into a swimsuit than my size 12 one was.  I can get two suits that I like and that fit me for the price of one suit I sort of liked and sort of fit me. Who needs a weight loss diet to be beach ready?

One thing I had adopted from diet talk is the notion of cheat day. I really like the idea of not letting the perfect get in the way of the good. Doughnuts might be off my plate, but I can still enjoy the occasional french fry.

Early cheat days should’ve been renamed pain days, as I learned what my body could and could not tolerate. Just because you can do something doesn’t necessarily mean that you should. As my tastes changed, and I got more attuned to the foods that made me feel good, my “cheats” weren’t cheats so much as stretches. I love refried beans mixed with salsa verde, cilantro, onions, and cotija cheese. And because it doesn’t provoke the same reaction as my formerly-beloved maple doughnuts, it was a lot harder to say goodbye to.

When I exercise, I can usually tolerate the extra carbs. With that in mind, I renamed Cheat Day to Treat Day. A scoop of rice once a week won’t kill me. Pairing it with orange chicken will do me in, but shrimp with lobster sauce has been my go-to Chinese dish since I discovered it. Usually Friday is my Treat Day. It’s fun to end the week by treating myself to sushi, street tacos, some crazy dessert item, or whatever else strikes my fancy. And if a pizza party breaks out at work, it’s not nearly as stressful as it was when I was being more restrictive. Treat Day just becomes Pizza Day that week, and I’ll take Hawaiian.

Gingeroid Sig

Advertisements
One Comment leave one →
  1. May 8, 2014 1:10 pm

    Reblogged this on The Cheese Whines and commented:
    My doctor ranted and raved to me how once I got my thyroid function under control, the weight would “just fall off.”
    BUUUULLLLCRAPPPPP!
    Of course when it didn’t, he accused me of eating too much.
    The weight has “fallen off” to some degree since I started controlling my carbohydrate intake due to Zombie Pancreas, but I actually don’t give a fuck. In fact, I’m worried that if it goes too low, I’ll start getting the dreaded Weight Loss Compliments. I’m already struggling with not starving myself into sainthood because starving myself actually raises my blood sugar. Weight loss compliments are always tremendously triggering. I want to slap the person giving them repeatedly while saying NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
    On the subject of treats, I’ve found that a small dark chocolate bar tends to satisfy my desire for such things as cake, which I can’t really do any more unless I make my own from scratch with Stevia. I like to make cupcakes, because I can freeze them and it’s easier to tell what a single serving is.
    Rice tends to shoot my blood sugar up, so I avoid it. I don’t really care about it anyway. I’ll eat the orange chicken without the rice!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: