tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21088247454781018722024-02-02T15:32:38.090+11:00changing millamillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16820536061507622204noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108824745478101872.post-14329807165266283212011-04-12T22:04:00.000+10:002011-04-12T22:04:23.654+10:00hey, what happened?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I didn't think I would literally wake up this morning and remember that I had medical advice to lose weight. It shocked me. Seriously. The thought of losing weight is always on my mind but it's at the back, like remembering to shave my legs or to take my notebook to class. But I remembered this morning I was supposed to be actively engaged in losing weight and I cannot believe I forgot. How does that happen?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And you know what? I <i>have</i> to make it less of a priority this week. I KNOW. Seriously, I know. It's just that I have two assignments due for university this week. Big ones. I hate the thought of making excuses, I do, but I can't <i>not</i> give priority to them. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The good news however, is as of Friday, I'll be on holidays for two weeks! Yay! Which means no excuses because this is something I have to do. It's not just a vanity thing anymore. That's what I have to remember: I'm trying to lose weight because my health is at risk. I'm putting myself at risk for all kinds of medical issues and life would just be so much easier without that hassle. </span>millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16820536061507622204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108824745478101872.post-71226596551259433902011-03-21T15:02:00.000+11:002011-03-21T15:02:32.496+11:00reality check<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I visited the doctor today. About a month or so ago, I went to her, bemoaning the condition of my skin. <i>I'm 31,</i> I said. <i>This shouldn't be an issue anymore</i>. She agreed and sent me for blood tests and an ultrasound. She wanted to check if I had poly-cystic ovaries. It made sense, after all - I have bad skin, irregular periods, unexplained lower abdominal pain and I'm overweight. All tests, however, came back negative. I'm in perfect health (well, apart from being fat) and that's a good thing but I have to admit that I was hoping to be diagnosed with PCO. Then I could say <i>It's not my fault I'm fat and have bad skin</i>. But I can't, it <i>is</i> my fault. The doctor wants me to go back in three months, having lost weight. Doing so, she says, will improve my skin and my metabolism.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And that's why I'm starting this blog. I need to document, record and be accountable. I'm writing it for myself but should anyone want to comment, follow, offer advice, then get on board. I need all the help I can get.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took some photographs earlier. The 'before' photos. The scary type, the ones in underwear. Not able to hide a thing. A single fat roll, as it were.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The photos have made me sad. When did I let this happen? I was never overweight as a teen or even in my early 20s. I had a banging body, only I never appreciated it back then. I look at these photos with repulsion and regret. I should never have let it get to this point. But I did and I'm going to change.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know what to do. I know which foods are good and which are not so good. I know I have to work off more kilojoules than I eat. I know I have to exercise at least three times a week. I know all this. I just have to do it. And now that it's doctor recommended - a reality check I never thought I would have - I have to do it. I don't have a choice.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just to further insult to injury, I'm adding the repulsion and regret photos. Of course, my head has been cropped out. Identifying myself isn't necessary. Maybe further down the track, I will, but for now this is enough.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You see? Repulsion and regret. This should never have happened. The fat rolls, the bloated stomach, the massive tree trunk thighs covered in cellulite, <i>the lopsided boobs what the fuck is up with that?</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I weigh 90 kilograms. This is officially the heaviest I have ever been. I'm 170 centimeters tall. That gives me a BMI of 31 and that means borderline obese. That scares the crap out of me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And so it begins.</span><br />
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