I wrote about this same topic on my other blog this morning... but it also has a good relationship to my weight loss efforts, so I'm writing about it here too.
Today, I'm going to the doctor. For a wellness check-up.
Meaning, I'm not sick... I just want to make sure everything is working the way it's supposed to.
Being overweight, that always brings a whole new level of expectations.
I expect to hear that I'm overweight.
I expect to hear that my weight has drastic importance to my chances of having other diseases or illnesses.
I expect to hear that I need to lose weight in order to avoid getting sick or developing illnesses and diseases triggered by weight.
Basically all stuff I already know.
But, then there's always that niggling feeling that they're going to tell me something I didn't know.
Have I already developed one of those illnesses?
Is there something already wrong with me that I didn't know about?
Have I finally been dodging the bullet long enough and my weight loss efforts finally come down to a life or death situation?
It's been a really long time since I've had a wellness check. The last time I had all those tests done, I was pregnant with Jelly. I made it through a pregnancy being extremely overweight and not developing high blood pressure or gestational diabetes. My doctor was even surprised that my cholesterol level wasn't bordering on clogged artery worries.
Despite being overweight, I was healthy.
That was 5 years ago...longer, actually, being that my Jelly will be 6 in December. So, for the past 6 years, I've been without a physical examination to check for stuff that I may have.
A little scary to think about.
In that time, I decreased my weight quite a bit...and then put it all back on. I'm about the same weight now as I was before I got pregnant... maybe a little heavier, being that I don't actually remember how much I weighed when I got pregnant.
I know I was big.
I know that because up until I lost 80lbs a couple of years ago, my adult weight was always between 260 and 300lbs.
But, I'm older now. That probably increases certain chances of something now being wrong.. something now indicating that I really have to buckle down before I open up the gates of Obesity Hell.
I dread standing on that scale in the doctor's office. I dread them hooking me up to a blood pressure cuff. I dread them checking my cholesterol level.
It has to be done, though. It needs to be done. It's been too long since it's been done, and I don't want to die an early death because I was one of those people that only ever went to the doctor when I really needed to go...basically on death's door. And that hasn't happened within those past 6 years, either.
So... I'm off. To go get everything checked out.
Wish me luck... I feel like I might need it.
Till next time!