Mid-Winter Fat Update

 

 

"Late In The Day - January - God's Country"
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[Trigger Warning: This is a fat post. Slenders and others turned off by such things, or dismayed that such things are even spoken about publicly, should mosey on by] I had my third follow up with my Doc in January. At the time I was 182lbs, down 82 lbs from 264 for the year. My blood work was excellent, showing progressively lower cholesterol, blood glucose, and A1C. My resting pulse rate was so low that I was taken off one of my blood pressure meds. Kidney function has improved to better than it has ever been since they have been tracking it..  I do weight-bearing exercises four times a week and walk (almost) every day. I started the weight-bearing exercises about three months ago. I'm stronger now than when I began, even though I'm still using baby weights (compared to what I did as a man in my twenties.) My waist continues to contract as evidenced by the fact that the 32-inch waist jeans I bought a few weeks ago are now almost too loose..  The rate of weight loss has declined precipitously. It takes forever to drop a pound now.. This, apparently, is normal for people who attempt to drop significant poundage. I need to be patient through this part of the journey.  I feel colder now. The combination of lack of fat tissue and being on blood thinners drives me to wear a sweatshirt in the house.. something I never had to do before.  Emotionally - I feel raw and hunted. I feel raw without the coping mechanism of a few hundred grams of sugar to numb things out for me. I feel hunted by my own body's physiology. According to science, when a body drops significant weight, the body reacts like it is under siege. It slows metabolism and makes muscles work more efficiently so as to use up less calories.. I also feel hunted by the general milieu of snacks-everywhere-I-fucking-look, a noticeable increase in hunger, and by being offered faux-concern that I might be "overdoing it" while at the same time being offered sugary, fatty treats (which - let's face it - offering me sugary, fatty snacks is the exact same thing as offering a heroin addict 'a little taste' or offering an alcoholic 'just one glass of wine.') I check in again with my Doc in early May. Until then, onward..  ~