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Archive for April, 2017

When all the right things are still wrong.

After beloved husband had his cardiac bypass, he was ordered to go on a low fat diet. Fair enough. We adjusted our long time low carb ways according to the doctors specifications. He has a food tracker on his phone and he relentlessly enters data. Eggs were replaced with a high fiber cereal. He added even more salads for lunch, more salmon for dinner, crackers and nuts replaced cheese and sausage for snacks… All the right things. His calories and his macro ratios are perfect.

He also spent three months in a supervised exercise program, building him up slowly, making sure nothing over-strained the new arteries. He’s getting more exercise than he has in years.

And he’s sleeping! Eight solid, enviable hours a night. More than he’s ever had. And a lot of studies show that lack of sleep can definitely contribute to a weight issue.

So he’s dotted all the ‘i’s’ and crossed his ‘t’s’.

Oh, and he’s gaining weight.

That’s right, I said gaining.

So much for calories in, calories out.

Of course we have a revised plan. But seriously? How is this even possible? He’s very disheartened. I’m sad for him. It’s always been my lot in life, but I didn’t mean to drag him along with me.

Egg white omelettes, here we come.

Is it really hate?

I recently read this viral post on Facebook about one woman’s journey to Thin, and how it wasn’t as great as she’d always been told it would be. (It was such a big hit that Cosmo did an article on the post.)

A life long fat person, she finally decided that society was right, and everything that was wrong with her life was because she was fat.

I felt deep inside that as long as I was fat, I wasn’t going to be able to stop hating myself enough to ask for more. So much cultural messaging says that if you are fat, you should be grateful for whatever love you can get – even if that love isn’t love at all.

So she went on a program of extreme weight loss. She doesn’t detail her method, because that’s not what this is about. I’m sure it was calorie restrictive and exercise abusive, because that’s what she says, and she got down to a place called Thin.

And you know what? Every horrible voice in my head, every bit of horrible anti-fat messaging from society was validated when I lost weight.

Attention from the opposite sex and better jobs and everyone was nicer and more thoughtful. The heartfelt dream of every fat person in America.

For five years, I got to be treated like a human being.

And it pissed me the fuck off.

I think that quote, right there, is one of the most important things she says in the whole piece. We the fat are told that all our problems will go away if we can just get to Thin. So she did. And sure enough everything was fixed and everyone was nice, even though she was exactly the same as she’d always been.

I understand completely. Glennon Doyle Melton talks in some of her interviews about how women are taught to be smaller and smaller and take up less space until we’re barely even there. Being fat flies in the face of this cultural imperative. Not only that, we do it on purpose. It’s a different kind of prejudice than racism, because your skin color is luck of the draw. If you’re fat, It’s Your Fault. So we deserve every molecule of heaped scorn and derision. No accomplishment can ever balance out the size of your behind. It boils us down to one, single aspect of ourselves and balances the entire universe of our experience on that soft, jiggly fact.

Statistics prove that We the Fat make less money, get less comprehensive medical care, have fewer opportunities, and miss out on more social niceties than those of normal weight. Put a normal weight person in a fat suit and they are horrified and astonished every time. It’s not codified. There is no law that allows it. But it is unending and universal.

Then life happened, and she didn’t have time to obsess about every bite of food she put in her mouth, and she didn’t have time to exercise every day. And she had a baby. And over time, she put all the weight back on. And now she doesn’t care, and she’s going to fight a society that says she has to.

My allegiance lies with fat me who missed out on half of her life because society said that she didn’t have the right to live it. …My allegiance lies with every kind and wonderful person out there who is told that they have nothing to offer the world because their body takes up too much space.

The second line that really, really stuck in my head is this.

I will not give the abusive assholes who say that they matter more because they weigh less the satisfaction of watching me hate myself into a small enough body to be loved by them.

Is the obsessive dieting and the endless determination to be thin at all cost a form of self hate, rather than the self love that society and medical professionals tell us it should be?

Frankly, I haven’t decided what I think yet. They tell us to diet to be healthier, but it hasn’t actually done me any good in the long run. Extreme dieting isn’t sustainable, every bit of data and research proves that. Yo-yo dieting is worse than no dieting at all. The research shows us that too. Did I diet all those years because I loved myself and wanted to be healthier? Or because I hated myself and wanted to be the ‘good girl’ that society wanted to see?

I think I know the answer, and I think I don’t like it.

Sleep envy

20160621_201948Now that beloved husband has his cpap machine, he does the strangest thing.

He sleeps. All night.

He almost never even has to get up for the  bathroom. He just puts on his head gear, turns on the magic machine, and sleeps.

All night.

He’s getting about an hour less sleep than he’s ever needed before, and consistently wakes himself up at his designated time.

Seriously, it’s bizarre.

We’ve been sharing a bed for 17 years, and I’ve always had plenty of company for my nightly wanderings and endless rolling over. Now it’s just me.

It has been very interesting to see how much of my night time restlessness was caused by his night time restlessness. The answer is, quite a lot, but not even close to all of it. I apparently was quite bothered by his inclination to stop breathing on and off all night, but I have more than enough issues of my own still ensuring not-quite-restful sleep.

I’m not sure I realized how bad mine was, until I watched him do all this…sleeping.

One more week until my sleep specialist appointment.

More sleep

As I mentioned, I’m getting more sleep now that my husband has an autopap for his severe sleep apnea.

I also had a sleep study done. Because we were pretty sure I have restless leg, they sent me to an actual sleep lab. I’d had a sleep study done once before, probably fifteen years ago. Back then I was diagnosed with ‘hypopnea’ which just means I didn’t breath hard enough when I was asleep. They tested my lungs six ways from Sunday and determined they weren’t the problem. I had night time oxygen for a while. Then the problem went away.

Sleep studies start about two hours after my normal bed time. I got the very first appointment, but I think that just led to me sitting around longer. I had plenty of time to change, set up my travel fan, my white noise maker, fill out the required paperwork, and read a chapter of my book before the attendant came to wire me up.

If you have an in-center study done, I’d like you to know that when you get home, if you rub lotion into your hair where that nasty adhesive paste is, it will come right out. I know, it seems counter-intuitive to rub more goop into your hair to get other goop out, but it works brilliantly. My mother in law had to wash her very short hair three times to get it all out, where as mine was clean first try.

I suppose some people actually sleep in sleep centers. But I’m not sure how. The temperature was wrong. The bed was wrong. And I was wired like a lab rat. I could barely turn over. Fortunately, I was tired and it was well past my usual bed time so they got some data. Not much. I had a very unfortunate experience in that the attendant didn’t respond to my bell, even though I rang it as instructed every 10 minutes over an hour. By the time he showed up, I was furious. When I woke at 2am I just wanted to run to the bathroom and take some advil for my knees, which I couldn’t reach because of the wires. By 3 am when he finally came in, I was up, mad, and never going to get back to sleep.

The next morning you  can bet that I was on the phone to the people in the main sleep center offices. I filed a complaint. Partly because I wanted the incident on record in case I had to do it again. I didn’t want to be charged for it. But mostly because I was mad. And I’m the sort that is willing to raise a fuss. But a lot of older people do these studies, and they don’t raise a fuss. They aren’t comfortable doing so. Which may or may not be why the attendant was sub par during my experience.

They did get enough data. Fortunately. And I do have restless leg. Well, actually I have restless leg and Periodic Limb Movement Disorder. If you’re awake, it’s restless leg, when you’re asleep, it’s PLMD. I have both. Sometimes.

Me, being me, I got on Google and looked into all the non-drug options. Blood sugar is fine, had my iron tested, dramatically upped my magnesium, took the proper amount of the Bs. None of that made any difference. Then I tried some things like valerian and GABA as natural sleep aids. They didn’t help either. I never have trouble getting to sleep, I just can’t stay asleep because I’m twitching.

I now have an appointment scheduled with a sleep specialist to see what he has to say about things.

Although I must say, getting my husband on his machine has made a very unexpected positive difference in my own sleep. I wonder if bad sleep is just a habit I can train myself out of?

Wouldn’t that be something?