March 4th, 2010
I have a bottle full of little white pills…sweet, precious, worth more than gold little white pills. It’s taken me 3 tries to get the prescription filled, but it’s finally done.
So why do I have this blessed little bottle is the most logical question. On Tuesday while at the airport in Kansas City I received a call that I have an autoimmune disease. It’s called…wait for it <breath>
Hypothyroidism
(que internal giggling)
Ok so I have to admit I’m feeling punchy. If you know me you know I have a flair for, shall we say, the drama and if you can’t tell already, I’m being a goof. The truth is that yes, it’s autoimmune but it’s just an under producing thyroid. Well, “just” is a relative term. I cannot lie I’m beyond relieved to hear that I have a crappy thyroid. Giddy even.
Now don’t go getting me wrong. I don’t think that I’m fat just b/c I have a lazy thyroid. I’m fat b/c I like food. But you have to understand that I”ve been following all of my Weight Watchers rules, even working out religiously and at first I was staying even and then, as if that wasn’t insulting enough, I started gaining weight. Oh nothing that was even equivalent to a whole pound, but when you let Jillian abuse you every afternoon and avoid treats well, let’s just say it’s a touch frustrating. One might even say that I had a little itty bitty temper tantrum expression of frustration last week. So to have at least some semblance of an explanation (albeit not an entire solution) is awesome. Meanwhile this week I didn’t work out, followed the plan (but not over the weekend) and *wham* 1.8 lbs down. Go figure. And I haven’t even started the pills yet so perhaps I just need to go a bit easier on myself?
Anywho
The whole weight thing is certainly a PITA but moreover, there are a series of other symptoms that are even more debilitating. Naming, the extreme fatigue. So, I’m hopeful. And if not this then we’ll see what else there is to do.
And in the meantime, I’ll do my little happy dance all over Kansas City airport.