So, I stepped on the scale yesterday because I get curious once in awhile, and it seems that all of this rigamarole with my guts is doing one thing… I’m finally losing some of the weight that my broken thyroid has put on me. Slowly but surely, pound by pound, it’s slipping away. When my guts went berserk three months ago (has it really been three months? Damn)… anyway, when they turned on me three months ago I was 15 pounds heavier than I am today. Now, 15 pounds may not seem like much in the grand scheme of things, but even losing that tiny bit of weight has helped a lot. My clothes fit better and not so tightly, and I can move about a bit easier. I’m a long way away from being “normal” weight, but hey, one step at a time.
Since my guts still won’t let me eat more than 1200 calories a day without complaining long, loud, and hard about it — and it’s not fun when they complain, not fun at all — I think I’ll be on this “diet” for a while, whether I want to be or not. It’s not really much less than I used to eat. I’m not hungry, nor am I starving myself. But damn, don’t I wish for a burger every once in awhile? I mean, I had one the other day (sans bun) and boy oh boy did I hear about it from my stomach. Jeez. I was even under my caloric intake! Stupid stomach. But, that’s how I know whatever’s wrong with me isn’t fixed yet. Take a step out of line and my gut lets me know it’s not happy. Not in the least bit.
Sigh, it would help if I remembered to take my meds in the morning. I keep forgetting. Blah. Oh well, at least something good is coming out of this. I mean, losing weight is good, right? Anyway, nothing world shattering. Just a little bit of good news that I thought I’d share. Still can’t breathe, but hey, can’t win them all.