The one and only, the lone perk, the solitary select sweet, the stringy strand of silvery lining that ever so slightly surrounds the dark dismal existence of 48 weeks on treatment, is the impossibility of weight gain. No matter what you ate, mind you nothing ever felt delicious, but still, no matter what, doughnuts noon and night, ice cream all day, nothing could turn into fat, as if it never happened, never absorbed, never swallowed. Yet you did get to swallow, over and over, without concern, completely free. Ahh..... I miss that feeling, not those days (yikes!), just that feeling. It's not there anymore. All gone. The gallon of Death by Chocolate I ate last weekend turned into, can you believe it, 7 pounds and a three day belly ache! Damn it! It just corrupts the whole experience.
Ah well, I bet there is a way to relive that sort of pleasurable ease..... there's just got to be....
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I remember when my sister-in-law was quite ill and waiting on a kidney transplant. She was thin, very thin, for the first time in her life because of her extreme illness.
People kept telling her how great she looked, even though she was quite obviously sick, because she was model-thin.
"Looking great isn't my problem right now," she kept saying. "Trying to stay alive, is."
Says a lot about our culture, doesn't it?
I say eat and celebrate your life. Eat and rejoice in your health.
Oh, oh, oh, that story rings too close to home.... seen that play out so many times, with others, and with me a little... but surprisingly I only lost 4 lbs while on treatment! which is now back and then some :)
The ticket is in the "and".... how to eat and rejoice in your health. They must work together, with the celebration part too :) I'm close to an answer but there is still so much to learn! What a fun thing to learn about though!
but let me add... tho I was an in-shape hottie thru high school and college, I proceeded to gain a mountain in my late twenties and peeked at 80 lbs more than I am now when my daughter was born (yikes!). Took a few years to relearn how to eat, love my body and get back in balance. But I never felt the "ease" with weight gain that I got to feel while on treatment. That's what I want.
I must be the only person in the world who didn't lose weight on HCV treatment, due to my thyroid going even more hypo than usual and some bad eating practices revolving around butter and chocolate ice cream!
I wonder if there are actually ten women in the US who are at ease with their bodies and weight gain. I sorta doubt it.
It's been a life-long battle for me and now, in my fifties, I am working at it harder than ever, it would seem, albeit in a good, healthy way.
A year ago I was told my cholesterol was high- it's familial and I know it. But I determined that I could get it down with diet and so forth and Lord, I've been trying. I've become practically a vegan (and my favorite food in the world is bacon), although certainly not entirely. I eat some fish, a little chicken, and venison if my husband brings it home. The only dairy I eat is a little fat free yogurt, cottage cheese, and cheese. I eat tons of vegetables and fruit and beans and whole grains...
We know the drill.
What I've found is that I can eat quite delicious food that satisfies me and yet, I am not tempted to overeat. I try not to keep anything in the house that would tempt me. And I exercise a lot. But then, I always have.
Anyway, this is what's working for me. I still enjoy my food tremendously, but I feel like I'm respecting what my body actually needs, rather than what I just have a hankerin' for.
And I do have my glaringly sinful days, believe me.
Ample, not fair! Whatever I eat turnes into fat! And I'm on 52nd week of treatment!!!!!!!! I have all possible side effects except of weight loss!
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