Low Points…

There are those moments in a person’s life that might be considered low points. I had one of those this afternoon. A perfectly innocent question on a perfectly normal Thursday. “I just have to ask, when are you due?”

Ouch. I’m not sure if it embarrassed me or the asker more. I do know that it was a huge blow to my self-esteem. What do you say in these situations? “I’m actually not pregnant. I just carry most of my weight around my midsection.” That’s what I said. I won’t even mention what I wanted to say to this sweet lady who truly meant no harm. So, it’s a low point.

There are just those days when the fact that your weight is a problem becomes crystal clear. Thankfully most of this clarity is through self-discovery. A look in the mirror. A tight-fitting garment. A lack of flexibility that was never quite as pronounced. But those moments when another person glaringly points out your already obvious faults sting the most. No one is immune to these barbs, no matter how unintentional.

How do you move on from those moments? In the past I would’ve done exactly the opposite of what I should – drown my sorrows in some sweet dessert. I can’t do that now and this is new territory for me. I guess I just let it sting for awhile and then use it as another motivator for pescy eating. Another day, another challenge. I’ll just keep trudging on…


What’s a pescy eater?

Pescy eater. That’s a strange title, isn’t it? Well, let me tell you how it came to be. As it is with most categories, I’m having a hard time finding one for myself. I recently made a massive change in my eating habits. I cut out all land/air animal products, including dairy. But I still eat fish. So, I’m not really a vegan. I don’t eat dairy, so I’m not really a pescetarian. I’m calling myself a pescy eater! It works for me.

Why did I make this change? I have polycystic ovarian syndrome. Ever heard of it? Probably not. Some of the issues are insulin resistance, high cholesterol, out-of-wack hormones, high blood pressure, apple body shape, hirsuitism, and obesity. Basically, it’s a carnival of crap and it’s been kicking my ass for over twenty years. I know, sucks to be me!

I’ve finally decided to take control and go on a little journey here. If anyone would like to follow, that’s spectacular. Just know that this is MY journey. It’s taken me almost 44 years to get here, and at this point, I really don’t care what others think about my choices. I may step on a few toes. So be it. At the end of the day, I have to live in this body. From now on, I’m going to attempt to treat it as kindly as possible!