I had someone ask me the other day, after telling them my weight-loss life story:
"So do you think this is your fate?"
To which I replied:
I mean, while heredity, age, thyroid function, tortilla chips, metabolism, prior dieting all figure into the equation, making things harder, there is no "This is my fate" towel throwing.
Although I am going to make an appointment with an endocrinologist because ...
This ish is ridic.
Dang! Just tried to make an appointment with an endocrinologist but they only see HYPERthyroid people, not HYPO. What's up with that?
Anyhizzle ... (I'm listening to Snoop Dogg on Pandora.)
Losing weight isn't impossible, but for some of us, the weight doesn't just fall off, like it does in teevee commercials.
Who are these people who decide one day to lose weight, buy some broccoli and running shoes and -- boom! Fifty pounds gone.
(Sorry this is turning into a brain dump.)
So, getting back to the question at hand:
Fat is not my fate.
But, geez! I'm mad at the scale right now because I was going guns ablazin' then I stepped on the scale this week and GAINED 4 POUNDS, which must be in my toes or something because my clothes fit exactly the same.
I delved deeper into my Withings scale stats to make sense of it and my fat mass dropped a bunch while my lean mass increased a lot, so maybe it's that, but still ... grrrr.
I'm just throwing this out to the universe: