What am I doing about it ?

Today, we are off to Virginia Tech to take the Young Man to his college orientation. Sad and happy at the same time. I am sure it will involve some kind of partying .

Back to the Story….

I visited with Dr. Bowen in January and followed up in February.
For brevity sake, it went something like this..
Upon arriving at the office, they took my weight. Big Surprise - its a bariatric office. Not happy with results.

Blood Pressure, and O2 by nursing assistant. She informs me that my insurance covers weight loss surgery 100%.   weight loss surgery? Who said anything about that ? Nope - not interested.

Doc enters the office. She asks me what I am doing there . I am thinking that this is not starting off well - but instead say " I am tired of being fat". There. I said it. Outloud.

She informs me again of the availability of  my insurance  covering Weight Loss surgery. Wait who is running my Doc visit ? Doctor or BC BS . I explain that that is 'not an option for me'.

We talk about a drug. Also not an option for me. (I did forget one detail in my first post - I tried phenergan  and synthetic HGH to the tune of about $ 750.00 - truth be known it was just a psychological trick for sticking to a DIET. )

So she reverted to the nutritionist / calorie counting / food journal thing and suggested I begin exercising. Well, I found a great app, and half heartedly, went about the task. Using principles of the Paleo diet that my 17 years old, I revised my eating habits for four weeks. I missed the nutritionist appointment because of a snow storm and never bothered to reschedule - I am not into some skinny little blonde telling me how to eat. and what to eat. I know that all - i could write a damn book about that. "real" food and "mindful" consumption. the less you eat the more you lose. Rocket Science.

February came. Lost 3 pounds. Good direction, but not the success I had in the past.

here's the news flash - I'm no longer 30 something. My metabolism is different. I have been siting still for 8 hours a day (while I do get up a lot and wonder around the office, I would never call it exercise)… I am obese and my BMI is 37 and I have high blood pressure and sleep apnea. I will die if I don't fix these problems.

March comes. Third appointment with Doc. Guess what - back up toe 246. No loss, no gain. NO POINT.  She 'dismisses me' - though very politely she says if we don't do the drugs or the surgery she can't help me.  I am a little miffed, but understand. Her time is money and there are people who are willing to do anything to help themselves and many of them are far larger than me.

Pouting ensues.  April passes, May 15th arrives. I can not take one more day of this freaking CPAP machine. I HAVE TO use it or I do not sleep. I like sleep.  what to do, what to do.