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July 19th, 2004


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05:24 pm - A Quest for Strength: Part II
As you may have determined, I've never liked the word "obese." I particularly didn't like it being applied to me. At one point (back when I first got ill), I'd had a chance to look through my own medical records, and I'll never forget the feeling I had when I read the description of myself that said "Patient is an obese, white female."

Talk about something you'd never want to put in a personal ad! "Obese white female seeks romance." It was a good thing I was happily married -- somehow, I don't think I would have had much success with that kind of ad.

So, okay: at the time, I weighed over 200 pounds. Medically speaking, that was just over the line of "overweight" and into "obesity." Sure, I could understand that. But did they have to use THAT word? I had even momentarily contemplated crossing out "obese" anywhere in my medical records, and replacing it with "BIG BONED! DAMMIT, I'M BIG BONED," but eventually decided that might complicate issues a bit.

The hurt feelings still remained however. "Obese" was like a personal insult: I've struggled with my weight for most of my life. Now, finally, I was the thinnest I'd ever been, but somehow, I was still unable to escape obesity. Let me tell you, it was a real wake-up call.

I did a bit more reading about obesity as a medical condition, and about the health risks associated with it, and began to learn things that turned my preconceptions around a bit. It's not, for example, necessarily unhealthy to be a certain height and weight. In fact, it's not necessarily unhealthy to be a size that makes people think "fat" when they look at you. On the contrary -- there are roly poly looking people who have a perfectly healthy (statistically speaking) percentage of body fat, and who are quite physically fit. Statistically, what's unhealthy is the amount of fat you have in proportion to the rest of you: muscle, bone, etc.

What it came down to, finally, was this: I wasn't large, but I was unhealthy. That's what "obese" meant.

I thought about that for awhile. Certainly, I didn't feel healthy. I had no energy, and no strength. I could barely pick up one of my cats, even one of the smaller ones. I could barely brush the cat for more than 5 seconds without my muscles burning like I was doing a hundred pushups. I could barely walk all the way across my house without having to sit down for a rest.

Sure, I could almost put my fingers around my forearm, but it was like there was barely anything there. It was just kind of squishy -- I could feel the bones all the way up my arm, but the flesh just kind of mooshed out of the way. I was nothing but skin and bones -- skin and bones and 36% fat.

Suddenly, I started to cry. All at once, I wanted more than anything just to be able to brush my cat. I wanted to be able to walk across the house without resting. I wanted to run, and dance, and climb trees and just go for a drive across town for no reason. I wanted to live, really live, and I hadn't been.

I knew what I had to do. I had to get my strength back. Somehow, I had to try and rebuild myself so that I could do all these things, these simple things, that most people could do without thinking about it.

It was time to ask Charlie to show me around the gym.

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From:cookiegirlie
Date:July 19th, 2004 05:29 pm (UTC)

* HugeSquishyHugs *

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* smooooches * too.
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From:mrsveteran
Date:July 19th, 2004 07:05 pm (UTC)

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Back atcha, sweetie! It was a real low point in my life, but on the good side, there was nowhere to go but up. I'm actually writing this from a pretty good place right now, so don't worry. :-)
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From:cookiegirlie
Date:July 20th, 2004 08:08 am (UTC)

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I am so glad.

You seemed like your old self in that PM. It was a relief to see. Worrying about you is a nice hobby, but one I'd like to scale a back. ;)
From:ipuhlot
Date:July 19th, 2004 06:14 pm (UTC)
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Ahhh...I can relate to the medical records. I was not thrilled to read the words "Obese white female" in mine. But my shock was tempered by remembering those words were typed out by a doctor who was 5'5" at the most, and well over 300 pounds. I figured then it wasn't personal, just descriptive.

And then, well, I blamed the chronic pain and crap for not being able to move around much. I sure as hell wasn't going to admit it was me!!! :)
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From:mrsveteran
Date:July 19th, 2004 07:04 pm (UTC)
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Hahaha! Oh yeah. My doctor had been trying to get me to exercise for-freakin'-ever, but I just couldn't (wouldn't) do it. Unfortunately, both my doctors are skinny little bastiges, so I couldn't console myself with "they're just jealous". :-)

"Obese white female." That's going to be the title of my autobiography. It's like "Single White Female" after she gets married and settles down and gets a job where she sits on her ass all day, typing.
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From:nephratari
Date:July 19th, 2004 09:28 pm (UTC)
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This is an icredible story sweety. I am glad you are in a good place now.. Perhaps one day I will be in a good place too. :)

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