I went to the doctor today. The bad news is that it was because I felt like pure crap - most likely allergies, but I’ve been knocked on my ass for 3 straight days - and wanted to get checked out. It also resulted in me having to make an appointment with a pulmonologist and scheduling a CT scan of my chest. There seems to be some concern about my long-term problem with breathing, considering I’m only 22. (23 in 11 days! But that’s beside the point..)
Blah blah blah, health concern crap and so on. Whatever.
The point of this blog is that I stepped on the scale for the first time since the one in my friend’s apartment bit the dust months and months ago, as routine vitals require. I didn’t have a clue what I’d see, as I was pretty sure I had gained weight but have also been struggling to do so since I first started treatment. I would gain a pound or two, then lose it again. My body couldn’t keep it on, which is beyond frustrating.
Low and behold, I have gone up about 4 lbs from the weight that I have been sitting steady on since leaving treatment over a year ago. Not only had I hit a major checkpoint (I love checkpoints), but I passed it. I am currently at the highest weight I’ve been at since 2006, after my first discharge from Walden. It’s only 4 lbs, but it’s taken a lot of hard work and I’m pretty proud of it. My weight gain is not done, but I’m healthy and (aside from spring hating me) I feel pretty good. I’m not completely concerned, but I know I could afford to have more body to work with.
But, YAY, my body’s taking to food. Life is good.
I went to the doctor today. The bad news is that it was because I felt like pure crap - most likely allergies, but I’ve been knocked on my ass for 3 straight days - and wanted to get checked out. It also resulted in me having to make an appointment with a pulmonologist and scheduling a CT scan of my chest. There seems to be some concern about my long-term problem with breathing, considering I’m only 22. (23 in 11 days! But that’s beside the point..)
Blah blah blah, health concern crap and so on. Whatever.
The point of this blog is that I stepped on the scale for the first time since the one in my friend’s apartment bit the dust months and months ago, as routine vitals require. I didn’t have a clue what I’d see, as I was pretty sure I had gained weight but have also been struggling to do so since I first started treatment. I would gain a pound or two, then lose it again. My body couldn’t keep it on, which is beyond frustrating.
Low and behold, I have gone up about 4 lbs from the weight that I have been sitting steady on since leaving treatment over a year ago. Not only had I hit a major checkpoint (I love checkpoints), but I passed it. I am currently at the highest weight I’ve been at since 2006, after my first discharge from Walden. It’s only 4 lbs, but it’s taken a lot of hard work and I’m pretty proud of it. My weight gain is not done, but I’m healthy and (aside from spring hating me) I feel pretty good. I’m not completely concerned, but I know I could afford to have more body to work with.
But, YAY, my body’s taking to food. Life is good.