So today was the first day at taking the next step in my life to get healthy!
First of all it is very important that people know the difference between north and south.
Especially when they are giving the directions...so instead of going to the weight loss community services.
I just about ended up in a facility for extended care patients.
Thank Gosh my husband was there to get me where I needed to go.
So today was pretty much what I thought it would be
I have to commit to going for two years and your weight is monitored, etc.
Now it is not the weight loss clinic, but it is a steady seeing how weight affects you as you age!
There was about twelve pages of questionaires that I had to answer, and I have decided this.
I think there is the assumption that if you are overweight that there is no evidence of self esteem.
No I don't hide in my house, no I am not scared to meet people, and on and on it went.
So I have come out of it with this thought!
I had always worked until I got sick, I was highly social as well!
I did not get sick because I was overweight, but because I have been so stagnate,
I have gained weight! The hidden reason is simple!
Having my illness has limited me so that I am more prone to gaining weight and because of that I want a healthier life!
No I am not depressed, no I don't hate myself!. I look in the mirror and know that I am an intelligent woman who likes food and carries around the extra weight of a small person! I don't hate her or me! In fact I do like myself. Being diagnosed with an illness makes you appreciate all that life has to offer and for that reason alone I want to be healthier!
I suppose they have to ask all these questions, it makes me concerned for all the people that feel that are not socially acceptable,,,sure I know that feeling, but those opinions are usually coming from a person that I would not want or have in my world because of their belief system!
I have had children tell me I am fat. And I have responded why yes I am, God makes people in all shapes and sizes, isn't it wonderful. And with that I usually get a hug and off they go to p.lay.
I will not be one of these people that says, yes I am isn't it awful!
What is awful is if I lost a leg to diabetes, or if I had a heart attack, or that I would have an early death.
So on a much lighter note I have lost an inch and a half, tis true,
In my height! uh huh in my height, so at age 46 I am getting shorter.
I believe by the time I am sixty I will be under 5 feet high!
The lovely lady I spoke to today asked me if I was on AISH(which is the disability term up here in Canada)
Now keep in mind she had a strong accent and she asks this question, and I reply yes I am 46....me thinking she has asked my age....My husband gave me the strangest look and I thought whats up with him. She then asked again and I said I am 46 and of course I raised my voice as obviously she was hard of hearing!My husband said Cindy she wants to know if your on AISH! Well lthis made me laugh and laugh and my head kept dropping because now I was having my Cataplexy spells and my husband was explaining what was happening. and the more he talked the more I seemed to laugh. Finally everything was fine and now I had to get my glasses on to finish filling out the paper, as I was getting my glasses I kept thinking she was the one with the hearing problem. Anyway I made it home safe and sound, she explained how the whole thing would work, I can apparently book to take the workshops, there is no wait list for that so I will be able to get at this right away. I am game to figure out any problems or anything that will help me!
So this I know for sure, I am not on AISH, but I am 46, I am not five feet three, I am five feet 1 and a half and I am excited about this new process, the wait list to see a specialist is still a year, they asked how I felt about that. I said I knew it and was neutral, that I know about all the cutbacks and that they can only do what they can do!
So I am off to read a book, or draw, and remind myself I can only do what I can do!