The links between weight and knee pain are pretty complicated. Leaving aside that being heavy is bad for your knees and having bad knees makes it hard to keep off weight because you don't move as much, you've got systemic issues and mechanical issues. Anyway, if you want to avoid knee pain, the best advice is don't fall down on your knees. After that, it gets confounded.
I have premonitions of impending joint pain coming real soon now.
A knee is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get but there's probably synovial fluid.
A knee is like a box of chocolates...
...traditionally an important part of a proposal of marriage
...you want to avoid the crunchy ones if possible
...you really shouldn't eat a whole one
...Swedish ones are so good they make you question all your life choices.
The nice thing about weight loss, in theory, is that you go lose weight while being very lazy. Don't eat, don't move. But if you want to be healthy or strong, then you're talking effort.
I've been really struggling with all of this. I've gained quite a bit of weight over the past couple of years, and stress eating + premature menopause is not so great. Plus, obesity apparently increases my risk of a recurrence. So basically I have no energy for a lifestyle change, can't fit into my clothes, am not happy with how I look and feel, feel hopeless about the prospect of this changing, and feel feminist guilt on top of it all. Ugh.
There are documents dedicated to trying to decode what the decorations on top mean about the contents.
That's a really long article. I got to the part with Oprah's sprained ankle.
Yo-yo reading ultimately makes the reading take even longer. Some readers never reach the end of their target articles.
Anyway, I made a bunch of lifestyle changes. I still keep getting a little bit fatter and slower each year.
"A bunch" means eating vegetables at least five out of seven days, walking 11,000 steps a day, jogging when my ankle will let me, and not eating Swedish Fish except on special occasions.
I should get PT for my ankle. One of my new life-goals is to never have "Fall Risk" stamped on my medical records at a nursing home.
And I no longer count potatoes as a vegetable.
I love my neck PT but if I skip, say, three days while I drive across the country, the neck pain comes back. So it's more keeping symptoms at bay than being cured.
If you wait a bit they're even green.
Colorless green symptoms wait patiently.
I would bet that three days driving would cause pain in people with no preexisting issues.
I've also been barely going to the bar at all lately. Maybe every other week, unless you count times where I just have one beer. I can feel my heartburn coming back and I know that means I need to not drink as much for a while.
19: Three days is about my limit before it starts to get really uncomfortable. When I used to drive between southern California and British Columbia a few times a year, I thought it might be easier to split up the drive into three days but it turned out two long days was easier on me, provided I could do basically nothing the day after.
On the other hand, the 961 mile day was a bad idea, but I changed my stopping point after that. I admit I was tempted to find another 39 miles to get to 1000 but realistically I'd have fallen asleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream go into the ditch.
I think my longest day of driving was 800 miles (Columbus to Lincoln). I also did it once with my wife and now she won't let me plan car trips.
I was faulted for not finding an interesting place to stop for a couple of hours rest. But I didn't make Iowa and it's not my fault there's nothing to stop at.
Says the man from Nebraska, a 75000-square-mile bare patch.
I was thinking of him this morning because the Washington Post had a big article on people getting eaten by bears and they cite the guy whose book on bear attacks Bryson wrote about so much.
I hesitate to speak up. There are several reasons I shouldn't. (I'm a guy, and standards are different for men; I'm only in my mid-30s and this stuff gets harder as we age; my current fitness has nothing to do with healthy habits, at least not as we normally think of them; I'm guilty of fat-shaming people in the past...)
That being said, I'm surprised at how little mention there was in that article of exercise. The word "gym" appears twice. The author mentions 15 weight loss methods she tried: 13 diets, Overeaters Anonymous, and bulimia. (She also mentions yoga, and there were probably some other things I'm not thinking of now, but still.) And there are many logical reasons why concern about weight would focus on food intake rather than calorie burning. It's easier to measure, there are more constraints on how someone can exercise, and most of the easy ways to burn calories take time and money and no one has either of those to spare. Buuuuuuut... everyone agrees that calories burned are probably relevant somehow, right? Granted that our culture is fucked up with Puritanical attitudes about body image and stuff, why is all that focusing on the self-abnegation side of eating a lot of tasty food rather than the industrious side of doing a lot of physical work?
I know exercise isn't a panacea. Anecdotally, a high school friend periodically posts stuff on Facebook about things like the Tough Mudder challenge. She's definitely overweight chubby curvy whatever and has been all along. Presumably she's doing that stuff for fun and even if her waistline isn't changing much, her stamina and stuff are. That being said, I think exercise deserves more mention than it got here.
Another anecdote: there's probably a 30-pound difference between my highest and lowest adult weight, and I'd credit that roughly 1 percent to a healthier diet, and roughly 99 percent to biking everywhere rather than driving everywhere. I'm sure it also comes to mind because I'm part of fact-shaming culture, but that comparison is the conscious reason, at least.
I just threw away the last 2 or 3 books he wrote. All the time he was spending telling jokes was time in which he wasn't giving me information. I've become a total dick toward authors in this regard.
28: The balance of evidence on marginal impact of diet vs. exercise. Of course most of the existing research is problematic for reasons extensively spoken of, but FWIW.
What's interesting is that (same source) exercise is consistently associated in research with a panoply of benefits on health and well-being - just not weight.
Longest drive: somehow, I drove myself from Vermont to South Carolina. 950 miles. I assume it must have been all in one day. I don't remember a hotel, I was 20 at the time and most hotels won't rent a room to someone that age, I wouldn't have wanted to sleep overnight in my car in a rest area parking lot or something, and I didn't know anyone who lived halfway between the two that I could have stayed with.
But I almost can't believe I did it in one day. Did I ever have so much stamina? Wow. These days it's hard to make just half that trip in one day. (Not hard exactly, but it takes the whole day.) Family aside, that would take 16 hours going 60 MPH the whole way, and that's not possible because there's always always always tolls and construction. Have the roads in this region got meaningfully worse in the past 13 years?
You live in America? Folk wisdom says yes.
30: Fair mount. I'm curious about some details, but overall, I was probably just plain wrong.
"mount" should be "point." That's weird.
Maybe if she changed her name? How could someone named Taffy possibly give up sweets? Celery is a pretty name.
My first guess was "nuff", which makes just as much sense looking at the keyboard.
I basically have never lost any baby weight. I did start xfit after three of the four, so I'm more muscular and have a general sense of well-being, but I do miss being thin.
I read the article and was so sad and impressed over the personal toll that writing it must have taken on the journalist. I generally love the HAES crew for their cultural work - doctors should be more careful, observant and sensitive, and our culture is shitty for fat people, and being thin isn't going to solve anyone's life. I cringe, though, at the implication that it's generally completely fine for your health to carry around an extra hundred pounds. It's simply not at a population level. That said, shaming folks at an individual level is counterproductive and needlessly cruel.
7: I'm so sorry, and I wish it were easier for you.
My father has recently been scanning family photos and slides. Mom struggled with her weight for most of her life, and I was shocked at how cruel he was about it. "Oh, there's you and Mom when you were one. I hated that skirt. It made her look so fat. Of course, once she had you, she kind of was." (NB, it was a cute full skirt with petticoat) "Boy, Ann looks really big in that one." Yikes. He pointed out how prettily she posed for pictures, automatically, rotated so she was 3/4 to the camera, not straight on, one foot in front of the other, "to look thinner." Jesus. I'm sure I had moments in my teenage years qhere I thought he was a worse human than in that moment, but I struggle to remember them. Makes all her meals of cottage cheese and iceburg lettuce make a little more sense.
Also, J, Robot: pack up all your clothes that don't fit and put them in storage, and invest in some clothes you love that you feel good in right now. I feel strongly about this. If you lose weight, you'll have fun unpacking your smaller clothes, and if you don't, then you'll have started acquiring clothes you feel good in.
I've seen some amazing stuff with seriously, morbidly obese people who were able to lose a lot of weight and keep it off. Bariatric surgery seems to work well for people who need it.
Sometimes people get motivated if they want to avoid insulin.
(Following up, because I am taking my first "mental health day" from work ever and I Have Thoughts about pining for a life that, for whatever reason, isn't really achievable.) I muse sometimes about how for a few years, Alzheimer's must have been sort of great for Mom. She forgot all her petty grievances and was pleasant and agreeable, not anxious and snippy and cranky. She lost weight enough to fit straight sizes (she now weighs about 10 pounds less than I do and is quite frail. She probably weighed 60-70 more than I before she got sick). Her memories warped to stories where she was popular (she was very, very shy and had few friends), and she became extroverted, chatting with strangers. She would tell confabulated storied of physical feats (swimming, horseback riding, mountain climbing!) that she would have hated in her actual life. It was so bizarre, a glimpse into what her life could have been like but wasn't, for any number of reasons.
I have never lost any baby weight either.
I count the weight I gained because I stopped smoking after the baby.
41: My mom's mind hasn't worked that way, but there was one lady who wandered the halls telling everybody that she loved them. She really seemed to be enjoying herself.
44: Yeah, that was the equivalent of my mother. She'd also sort of pet the other residents and tell them they were "beautiful girls." We got a lot of compliments from other families about how cheerful and friendly she was.
My grandparents forgot everything except their petty grievances. Got crankier and more querulous by the year.
That's common enough for Fox to use it as a marketing strategy.
As the evening of the world nears Moby's insight deepens.
Also to note that in my experience of being a fat white man, I got virtually zero public comments. Once it happened and I only realized they were talking about me 15 minutes later, when I was off the bus.
(I've been working where I am long enough that more and more people coming on board don't know I used to be fat. Wondering if I'll be the sharee of sly comments at any point.)
I had sunscreen in my ear for three days before anybody said anything. Probably not the same issue, but still.
I loved this piece and found it resonated so strongly, as did Roxane Gay's Hunger even though I've never been fat enough to be out of regular-store-section sizes. So much of it has to do with an antagonistic body relationship, the ways I'm a dualist even though I don't really believe in dualism, the things I know are counterproductive and wrong and I still can't figure out how to stop.
I really haven't eaten for the last week since my tonsils came out, just constant water to the point I was starting to worry I'd overdo it and started pushing electrolytes. Before that, I ate three meals a day for the two weeks I had something mysterious wrong with my breast and that it took that sort of push made me finally realize I'm still doing basically disordered eating even though I haven't been anorexic in two decades.
And I appreciate ydnew's comments about her parents because so much of the body stuff is tied up weirdly with love. Lee still emails periodically to call me fat because she wants it to hurt me, most recently copying both our lawyers and the coparenting therapist because she feels so justified in believing it's defensible truth and thus a fine thing to say.
It was affirming too that Oprah had an ankle injury story. Roxane Gay had a surprise ankle injury that was in some ways a turning point where people who love her rallied around her. I sprained my ankle badly but didn't realize how bad it would be and holed up more than I should have and hurt myself trying to do more alone. (I don't really know what alternatives there are, how you move to a new home and care for three children without overdoing it anyway.) I found papers the other day that say I gained 20 pounds in two months, back when we thought after two months maybe I could exercise and do physical therapy and move the boxes off my dining room table safely, which still hasn't happened. I quit dating for s lot of reasons but in part because my body seemed broken and unappealing and not the sort of thing to inflict on anyone. But now because of the tonsils and pain and painkillers I've had a whole week of help where my parents often fed my children, managed some bedtimes, got them to school on mornings I couldn't drive and it's amazing (or maybe not?) how much difference that makes. And now I've gotten Mara through her first aquatic physical therapy session and will take a nap at my parents' house I hope and then move our stuff home and get the other girls so we can get back to some version of our normal routine.
Lee still emails periodically to call me fat because she wants it to hurt me, most recently copying both our lawyers and the coparenting therapist because she feels so justified in believing it's defensible truth and thus a fine thing to say.
I mean, we all know what Lee's like, but this is still objectively so fucked up bonkers.
A co-worker in my office used to be a smoker; I'd see him outside smoking when I left for various errands. He quit smoking, and in the couple of years since then has put on a (to me) frightening amount of weight. I assume these things are related.
It's remarkable evidence of how intuitively I believe that being that big is unhealthy that I keep thinking he'd be better off if he'd stuck with the smoking instead.
52 is fact.
I really haven't eaten for the last week since my tonsils came out
I have a vague memory that I was promised that I would get ice cream after I got my tonsils out. But then it seemed like it was a trick, because after the operation I didn't feel like eating at all.
Maybe we should all vape, like the bearded gentlemen who make the streets smell like purple.
I drove overnight, DC to Madison one time. That was long.
You need to be careful. According to a highly placed source, New Hampshire is "a drug-infested den."
52: Yeah, there was no way I was going to lose meaningful weight IN the relationship and give her that satisfaction and force her to choose a smarter excuse. I don't care what she thinks and figure it helps my case in the long run that two years hadn't been enough to get her to follow the agreement from our first-ever mediation session not to use abusive language.
I do think it's been good for me not to be thin anymore for the last ten years or so, but I'm not sure I can say that in a way that won't come across as patronizing, which I don't mean it to. Becoming a parent meant never saying anything negative about my body where it could be overheard, but that's done little for the ridiculous things I think about it. This part is not good, but I fear would be worse if I were thin.
55: I have had some ice cream and popsicles. I guess my tonsils were more huge and disgusting (not all body judgments are wrong!) than the surgeon had expected and recovery had been rocky. It cracks me up that I'm alternating oxycodone and children's Tylenol, but it may just be that the former makes me giggly (and maybe makes my hear race a little? Not a fan!) and not much more.
Did you get to bring them home in a jar?
Or a box full of salt, like in "The Adventure of the Cardboard Box"?
Nope. And the next surgery just burns out my uterine lining, apparently followed by "three weeks of weepy discharge" (laydeez) and I definitely don't plan to save that. Week after that is Selah's tonsils, which also look big. But she's probably braver than I am plus won't get hard drugs, so popsicles will have to do it.
Actually now that I've mentioned post-sprain weight gain (a real thing!) I should also mention that I was livid that some noticeable portion of that was switching from an air cast to a boot and that I was super bitter it triggered a notice in my medical paperwork about my jumping into a new BMI class.
The obgyn surgeon doing my uterine ablation was the first ever to be nasty about my weight, asking what I'm going to do to improve it and whether I've cut all carbs already and huh that my stomach is acrually way stronger than a person would guess. He grudgingly accepted "I got kicked out of physical therapy because it makes my ankle worse and was told not to exercise until I have surgery or whatever has to happen there," but with the reminder that I could maybe find some gentle yoga or planks to work on just to get looking better while I wait to be cleared. (Maybe I don't actually know what planks are but they've sure seemed like they'd take ankle, right?) He was much nicer to me after the breast biopsy and stuff and just asked about my shoes at my last visit. Shrug.
I also have a lot of complicated hangups about "doing" femininity. I'm trying to wear makeup but only where it's clear I'm doing it, like, ironically and not trying to pass as an actual pretty person. And definitely being curvy (literally and euphemistically) makes me feel like there's less room for me to dress androgynously in a way that works. But I don't want to demean feminine things either, so I've learned to get manicures because now that's a skill I have but then what? Argh. Also I'd like to be able to breathe lying down and/or through my nose, but that's back to tonsils. Stupid bodies. I would be such a hot brain in a vat.
I drove Bozeman to Berkeley once, and that's just over 1,000. I was young, but the speed limits were low. Moving out here in 2008, I drove Minneapolis to Livingston, which is about 950. With a canoe on top, which ought to count for something.
I could stand to lose quite a bit of weight, but just right now don't really want to make the effort. Maybe in a couple months.
I'm driving to Whidbey Island tomorrow. The wife will probably take 25% of that though, so it's just a long weekend outing.
Don't fat shame me.
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I so endorse this. I spent about 6 months wearing ever so slightly too small clothing and it sucked. Clothes that fit make you feel so much better. I've still hung onto my thin clothes (in the past two years I've gained weight for several months, lost it for several, then put it back on, and I'm still hoping it will come back off again), but packing them away so I don't feel bad that they're too tight has helped immensely.
I should also mention that I was livid that some noticeable portion of that was switching from an air cast to a boot and that I was super bitter it triggered a notice in my medical paperwork about my jumping into a new BMI class.
It's amazing how idiotic medical professionals can be. "Why, it looks like you gained 10 lbs in oh...30 minutes. What are you going to do about that?"
My weight fluctuates in weird, years-long cycles, where I'll gain and lose without what seems like much effort. Just when I accept that my new set point is X more than the old one, my body will magically go back to its old set point. Then when I decide I'm going to be one of those magic unicorns that maintains basically my mid 20s weight my adult entire life, I'll gain X lbs. I'm now at the top of my range, and I don't know if it's part of the cycle or my metabolism slowing down/mid 30s body changes.
You've got so much on your plate, Thorn. I'm glad you're getting some support (and I wish I could knee Lee in the dainties, though I know you're a pacifist).
One of my grad school classmates, a few years ahead of me, lost his wife to a breast cancer recurrence today. It's also the anniversary of my friend and colleague's death from the same, and her widower and daughter have just left to take her ashes back to her home country. This should probably make me feel like our bodies are precious whatever the size or something, but really it just makes distrust them more.
My folks' cabin in BC was about 650 miles from where they/we lived, with the last 80-90 on gravel roads. It was almost always a long one-day drive, leaving between 4:30 and 5:00 am to get through Seattle before traffic got bad and arriving at the cabin around 7:00 or 8:00 pm. I've never done more than 800 or so in a day myself (Seattle-Bay Area), but my brother did a series of really insane solo drives during his Navy schools, culminating in Orlando-SW Washington in a little over 3 days IIRC.
I had made all this great progress losing weight by doing barre three times a week. Then I slipped a disc and developed sciatica and couldn't exercise for six weeks and every single pound I lost came back. And my leg is still slightly numb from the sciatica. Fuck getting older! Although having a 35 pound toddler who wants to be carried everywhere doesn't help either.
63: Fuck your fucking surgeon. What a goddamn ass.
I have really strong hangups around dieting, or caring about my weight. I have dieted, and I do care about my weight (more again now that I have an instrumental reason to want to be generally perceived as attractive again, although god knows how weight actually affects that.)
But admitting that I'm consciously eating or exercising in a way that's intended to affect my appearance (either losing weight or intentionally maintaining weight) feels as if I've just lost to The Patriarchy, and am hovering on the brink of doing myself an injury because pressure about body image has driven me to desperation. I feel guilty and furtive about it, and really work at making any kind of intentional eating (other than something neutrally virtuous like more vegetables) completely inconspicuous to any observer.
This is the most minor possible weight-loss/body-image related problem, but I do feel weird about it.
Heterosexuality sounds inconvenient for women.
Personally the open-toed shoe part seems just like too much work.
OT: The governor of West Virginia is a shithead.
New Hampshire is "a drug-infested den."
If that were truly the case, I'd have a decent connection instead of having to smoke stale dope.
Who are you going to believe, your pampered lungs or the president of the United States of America.
I fully endorse both 74 and 75, particularly the bit about the open-toed shoes, which suck.
Whats funniest about that is the president thinking he won New Hampshire. Because he did not.
I have stalled for the past couple of weeks on the weight loss front, possibly because I stopped running about 3 weeks ago (I bonked on a run from fatiguew and haven't been able to motivate myself since. I should really get off my ass.), and possibly because the weight lifting is adding muscle at the same rate I'm losing fat (I noticed I'm on the last notch of two of my belts today, so there's some evidence--but the fancy fat-sensing scale doesn't indicate a change. Who knows.).
I've been overweight since college, partly driven by poor diet, too much drinking, and a more often than not sedentary lifestyle--but also by depression. The election caused me to put on at least 25 pounds over the course of 5 months.
Every few years I'll go on a diet/exercise kick and knock things back a bit, but never make it to where I'd actually like to be and make sustainable long term change to stay there. I'm making good progress right now, but I'm afraid of stalling just like I always have in the past and eventually starting to creep back up--which feels like it might be a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Ironically, my girlfriend is a bit of a chubby chaser. Meeting and falling in love with her is what put the brakes on my election-related tailspin and got me to a place where I could start making positive changes again. So sucks for her. She says she likes the muscles too, though, so I guess it's all good.
I lost 20 pounds in two weeks in March, using the "too sick to eat" diet. Constant hiccups precluding swallowing.* Not recommended. Abput half of it is back by now.
*Broken by Thorazine, which actually increased the dieting effect by putting to sleep for two or there more days. And that was one pill. BTW, if anyone has a high deductible and has use for powerful anti-psychotics, let me know.
I lost 20 pounds in two weeks in March, using the "too sick to eat" diet. Constant hiccups precluding swallowing.* Not recommended. Abput half of it is back by now.
*Broken by Thorazine, which actually increased the dieting effect by putting to sleep for two or there more days. And that was one pill. BTW, if anyone has a high deductible and has use for powerful anti-psychotics, let me know.
Don't knock the children's Tylenol until you've tried it, SP.
And Thorn, I'm so sorry that Lee is still awful. I hope the fact that Lee is being cruel in front of other people makes it easier because everyone can see that she is objectively awful, including her own lawyer.
Yes, that her lawyer will eventually manage to undermine her remains one of my great hopes. We go to court on child support relatively soon, though we may have to try once more to mediate it. We have four more sessions with the coparenting therapist to finally get our parenting plan written too. But she's considering scaling back how much she sees the younger girls, which would work well for me. And she's planning to fight child support with all she has, which is kind of hilarious since the children obviously have a right to it and that's why our state uses a formula. It's all frustrating and dispiriting on one level, but still better than dealing with her on a more regular basis and I can still hope there will be less of her in the future.
And sorry about your sciatica, Liz. That's part of my trouble too and it's no fun at all. I was supposed to get a nerve test yesterday to sort out what nerve damage is due to scoliosis/sciatica/sprain and whether one or more of those trigger the others, but that seemed like more than I could manage and also like maybe you're not supposed to be on the kind of medicines I was on, though they never called me back about that. Anyway, later in the month they can shoot painful electrical shocks all down my leg. Maybe by then my insurance will have agreed to let me get another MRI and we can get the ankle stuff moving.
Ugh, so sorry you're going through all that crap Thorn. Sending good thoughts your way.
Personally the open-toed shoe part seems just like too much work.
I had sunscreen in my ear for three days before anybody said anything.
"Jeez. I said, YOU HAVE SUNSCREEN IN YOUR EAR!"
re: 68
That's quite similar to me. I have a couple of equilibrium points that I seem to drift between. Both are much heavier than I'd like to be. I've never quite come to terms with the fact that until I was 30, I could eat basically as much as I like, and my weight stayed happily around 175lbs. Then, early 30s, boom.
I had a thyroid tumour, and a thyroidectomy, which is clearly correlated, but that's a simplistic explanation. I'm sure there's more to it than that. It's not purely sloth, though. I've had periods since I got heavier when I've done more exercise than at any time since my early 20s. And other periods where I've done very little, and it makes a difference in terms of a few pounds, but it's not the primary difference.
I had a thyroid tumour, and a thyroidectomy, which is clearly correlated
Well, one assumes. Otherwise it's a hell of a coincidence.
"I have thyroid cancer, you say? Amazing! I had literally just scheduled my recreational thyroidectomy! How about that, eh?"
This discussion is still ratlling around in my head, and I assume it will move on before what I really want to say crystallizes, but I think there is something interesting going on in the shift from aesthetics to function. I mean, it's good to encourage people to have healthy bodies or functional bodies, but that's not always a realistic goal, either. We're fragile meat sacks, and an injury (in the very broad sense) now has the potential to kick off the same spiral of shame as being overweight. I'm as guilty as anyone. There is so much "should" about bodies. And mental health and wealth and time are all tied up into this, too, like Chopper says. Someone on Facebook pointed out that Ivanka Trump isn't as much pretty as signalling affluence through appearance. (I think she's pretty, but evil.) So, there's that, too.
I get pretty tangled up in language - I even have trouble describing myself accurately. "Average-sized?" Well, not when I remember that everage is actually a US size 12. "Normal?" Nope, not nice to imply that others are abnormal. I used to be thin, maybe I still am? I wear a range of sizes. My measurements don't usually fit a size chart (it comes out that my waist is thick? But I think it's that I'm really flat?). The big difference is that other people aren't reflecting whatever body-hatred monologue I am running internally back at me.
It's incredibly weird to read other people's internal monologues. I mean, you folks that I've met are generally lovely and cute and pretty/handsome and compelling in person! But even if I had seriously discriminating taste in human appearances, you're also so generally likeable I'd probably conflate it with attractiveness anyway. I had a friend in grad school who I thought was quite pretty. A male friend corrected me that she was maybe slightly above average in looks but had an amazing, sparkling personality on short time scales that fooled folks into thinking she was really alluring. (She's in sales now.)
Being interesting is totally cheating.
Yeah. I don't know what it would be like to not be in pain all the time. I was on a medicine briefly about 15 years ago for a week or two and I'd wake up and feel GOOD and it blew my mind that some people just do that. But leaving that in the realm of dreams, I would like to feel healthier and strong and like my body has some sort of purpose. That feels almost separate from attractiveness/looks, which is its own whole thing. But first I just focus on fixing the more broken bits I guess.
91: The big plus is I've never had a shingles recurrence, which is definitely what I'm hoping for for you as well.
99.last I'm getting that vaccine as soon as I'm past the six months window when the last of it clears up.
Yd, you're male grad school friend is a dope.* Affect appears, and thus appearance includes affect.
* Drunk on science is maybe the more charitable way to describe this.
73: That's similar to our house. My wife got a pre-diabetic diagnosis late last year, just as she was beginning to tackle some longer term issues.
She immediately and sweepingly made major changes, including dedicated and consistent carb counting. But in her mind she could only count carbs, never calories, or she'd flash back to her mom's childhood interventions.
For the first four months or so, she was thrilled that the new commitment to exercise was melting away waist sizes. Unfortunately, she's growing frustrated at the scale's stubborn stickiness.
The moose is a lean and muscular beast.
104: so basically she's converting fat to muscle, sounds like.
88 Hello!
90 Sciatica is seriously no fun. I'm trying to spin it so I don't get too frustrated. I can't take the more intensive exercise classes because that's probably what helped screw up my back. So barre is a little bit boring if it weren't for my fact that I have no balance on my right side due to the sciatica. It keeps things challenging!
The most important thing is that I can run again, which is crucial for keeping up with A. When I was recovering there was one day she made it almost a whole block before I could reach her and that was really scary. I've read way too many stories about three-year olds dying after being hit by cars to ever feel safe again.
I hear that. My son used to say, "Don't worry, I know everything about cars."
106: Yes, that's the refrain of friends and family; what we've all been telling her. The fact that it's the truth doesn't stop her from wanting the number on the scale to also shrink.
If you want the number of the scale to shrink, switching to "kilograms" does great.
you guys I'm sad because the neurosurgeon whom I have to do botox injections for migraines is incredibly good at it--but!--when I saw him day before yesterday he sat not in the chair doctors are supposed to sit in but on the sofa right next to me (the mayo is swank and has real sofas) AND actually put his arm around my shoulder (not all the way to the other shoulder; more like the neck). it was while we were discussing my treatment plan and I obviously couldn't contribute to it as well as I might. now I'm also mad at myself because I continued to be my regular cheerful al and did not let him know he was making me uncomfortable because that would be awkward and he is an incredibly good doctor. I guess I'll just make my brother-in-law go with me next time but I feel unhappy.
in short, even absent the open-toed shoes heterosexuality is inconvenient for women. my brother-in-law also told me it wasn't as bad as it could have been which, sure, but I've heard more helpful things.
67: I am fortunate that I'm in good health, and yet it's very annoying that my doctor's chart lists me as fluctuating between overweight and healthy, based on the difference between weight checks at regular appointments and those taken as I was in the hospital to give birth. Points for a very quick 10lb weight loss, I guess.
111: That still sounds plenty creepy. Sorry you had to deal with that on top of the medical issues.
JFC that is so beyond unprofessional. Not my fight and you're the one on the ground to judge, but I'd consider reporting it. I mean, I've met you (Unfoggedcon 2? The one where NETW and Jackmormon ripped up the dance floor), and you're gorgeous and entrancing, etc., but that's no reason to cross professional boundaries so astoundingly.
Sidebar, perhaps not unrelated to why I have such issues with doctors being dicks: my girlfriend's ex is a pediatrician. His hearing for an OFP barring him from contact with my gf and giving him only supervised visits with their kids for two years is literally the 3rd thing to show up on a google search for his name (after his professional page at the hospital he works at). How does he still have a job/license? I can't say anything about it to the hospital because if he loses his job, she loses her support, but how can a patient not have looked him up and said anything to the hospital? And how can their HR not have done anything after finding out?
alameida, that doc's behavior was wrong. You, nor anyone, shouldn't have had to experience it.