Crap indeed.
As predicted, when I don't blog I eat worse and who knew, I've put on about 5kg. Stupid body.
Not that I can blame my body too much. I did eat quite a bit of crap for a week or so. I was highly strung and stressed out beyond belief for about two weeks where I was barely eating. I managed to lose 2kg which was fantastic (albeit, not healthy)! However, when I started to eat properly again I put on 5kg in one week. That's when you know your body just ain't right.
I also finally got around to visiting the endocrinologist. After some reviewing of my test results and some poking and prodding at my jiggly bits, she (happily) decided that she didn't need to give me the lifestyle lecture most of her patients receive and that I was seemingly doing the right thing.
I have a few more pre-diabetic tests to go through, but so far she seems to think that I might have a mild case of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (or PCOS) which is what my suspicions also were. Basically what this means is that my hormones suck and make losing weight extremely difficult. It can also explain why I don't "bulk up" when I do lots of gym work so it's comforting to know that I'm not a pathetic moron and that there is a genuine cause for these issues.
Next on the to do list is a resting metabolic rate test which can be done at RPA in Sydney. Basically all that involves is sitting in a bubble and watching tv whilst some doctors stare at some screens (presumably not the same ones) and examine how fast my resting metabolism is. This is supposed to reflect my dietary habits so I'm worried that if I have an additional metabolic issue that they'll say the usual "well there must be something you're not eating right" and refer me to a dietician. And the circle starts again. But here's hoping it doesn't come to that and they can work out what is going on in there.
After this, I am possibly a candidate for surgery. I was taken through some of the options and the two most favourable ones are gastric band/lap band surgery or cutting up my stomach if it has been stretched from adolescence. Even though my portions are under control, apparently the banding still works. Somehow.
I am a little concerned to get it done as it has a bit of a stigma attached to it (mostly a self inflicted one from myself). As soon as you say "I've had gastric band surgery" people imagine you as some fatty who eats everything in the house and then starts to eat the house itself, in an uncontrollable food rage. People flee the streets from the ever growing blob until FINALLY a skilled surgeon takes it down with nothing but a band, popping it back into a normal citizen!!!
But whatever helps, helps right?
I'm hoping something is found, surgery scares me. I don't really want people all up in my business, slicin' and dicin' my organs Jamie Oliver style, but if that's what it takes, that's what it takes.
-MM
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