Hate going to the doctor
I really do.
I went, yesterday, because it’s been a week of this crap holding on. This time of year always kicks my butt; however, it’s generally more into October. So, the doctor changes out a couple of meds. Stops one, starts another. And then tells me she wants me to see an ENT, allergist and endocrinologist.
Three freakin specialists. At least there was one bit of good news. It seems since I started dancing I’ve strengthened my lungs enough that she said I can do without the asthma inhaler anymore. That was a good thing. Down to just one inhaler. Whee!!
We won’t talk about the 10 pounds I’ve gained in the last month, though. Yeah, yeah “muscle weighs more than fat” whatever. I’m still going to be grumpy about being 5’7″ and 160 pounds.
I weighed 115 when I graduated high school. I weighed 125 until I was 32. I bumped to 135 around 35. And in the last two years I’ve gained 25 freaking pounds – 10 of which were in the last month. The month where I’ve seriously adjusted my diet to eat only good for me stuff, started drinking more water, cut out the sodas all together, and have gotten hugely more active. So…yeah, I’m gonna be grumpy about it.
