Last Wednesday I was read the riot act by one of my doctors-again. She kind of read it to me the last time I was there to see her, but in a more gentle way. More like a suggestion. This time, it was an order. No other options, no way out, I do it, or else...Well, come to think of it, there really isn't an 'or else.' I mean, what is she going to do? Oh well, not that it matters. I'm doing it anyway.
It might help if I explained why I was read the riot act. I'm insulin resistant, which pretty much means that my body doesn't know how to handle the insulin that I take in when I eat. In lamens terms, it's a precursor to diabetes, so if I'm not careful, I'll develop diabetes. Not to mention, I'm at a greater risk because on both sides of my family (my mother's and father's) there is a history of diabetes. Double whammy. Whoppee.
Anyway, this doctor, who I think is a metabolic doctor along with something else, put me on some medicine, and a diet, a strict diet (really sucks). Well, I take the medicine like I'm supposed to and stick to the diet too (yes, really), but I'm not losing weight. Ok, I lost about five pounds, and then...SCREECH! It halted, and has been halted for about six months now. Talk about sucks. So....the doctor told me to exercise. Now, let me tell you this, I HATE exercising. I'd rather do anything else (ok, almost anything) than exercise. And I did. I did everything but exercise.
Then last Wednesday I had an apointment with my doctor, and that's when she read me the riot act. She said there's nothing else she can do for me other than diet and medicine to help me with the insulin resistance, and now, I REALLY have to exercise. She even threatened to call me at 6AM to get me up out of bed and on the treadmill. Great, just what I need. My doctor waking me up every morning. What a lovely wake up call that would be. So today I got up and went on the treadmill. It wasn't for very long, but I'm starting out and I didn't want to overdo it. (Plus, apparently I have blisters on both feet which I did not know about until five minutes on the treadmill, but I kept going anyway until I couldn't take it anymore.) Then I did the AbLounger for another five minutes. And after that, I quit. What a great way to start the day.
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Hey-
new to your blog, and though I don't really get the deal with 'your guy', a few words of advice, albeit unsolicited (but coming from a fellow sufferer in this storm we call love): Are you being literal when you say you want to tell him you love him? I don't know the background here, but if you're not even dating then that might be a little over the top for him. And while rejection is scary, there are ways to feel out a guy as well as give him opportunity to ask you, if he's interested. If enough opportunities arise and he doesn't do anything, then as painful as it is, it is somewhat likely that he's not interested, unless he really is waiting for a cue from you. I'd recommend you either have an open talk with him (ie, not an 'I love you' session but one of, I really enjoy talking to you and think this might go somewhere, has that crossed your mind, what do you think...?), have someone who knows you both feel him out, or drop some hints. And remember that no matter how hard rejection can be, it can't be worse than agonizing over him and not knowing.
Good luck!
Thanks. You do have a point, and I've considered that. I haven't said anything yet, and I am 'feeling him out.' I have been for weeks. Right now though, I've decided to keep my mouth shut, and just see how things go. Thanks for the advice.
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