*Disclaimer ~ I’ve had this post sitting in my drafts folder for a few days. The ‘inner fat girl’ needs to be dealt with and she’s got some issues.
Because of my ongoing quest for health and well being, which if I use my scale as a benchmark I am failing miserably at. I decided that I was having trouble going at this alone. I made an appointment with my clinic to see what I can do to get on track with my health. I went in expecting that just maybe a professional would have some better ideas than google. That just maybe a professional would have tools that I don’t know about to put me on the right track for health.
I was wrong.
I should have known when a rotund and presumably over 40 year old man led me to an exam room. I should have known as we talked about the signs and symptoms of menopause and my concerns about my ever expanding waistline. My fears of heart disease, diabetes, stress on my joints. I should have known when he didn’t weigh me, or take my blood pressure. I should have known when he started lecturing me about how to burn calories and how I should be doing cardio exercise 3 to 5 times a week, preferably 5. I should have known when he began to speak of genetics and menopause. I should have known.
I should have known that this would be a fruitless endeavour.
My list of 50 before 50 sits lonely and untouched because this is such a huge part of my psyche right now. I need to slay this dragon and move on or I will be a fat 50 year old never moving forward.
Put on your seatbelt, keep your arms and legs inside the car, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
This picture has nothing to do with this post. But it’s a pear. Shaped like a butt. Not my butt.