Greetings, readers! I’m back with my attempt to blog at least once a week and this week I want to talk about something that I’ve known but never really thought too much about. I visited the doctor this week and we did a check-up on my blood work with my discovery of food allergies and such. My blood ended up being just fine but there was something that came up on my lab reports that disturbed me.
My doctor had officially noted me as obese, morbidly. I was well aware of what the medical world calls people with high weights but I like to live in my happy bubble where I can just consider myself as an obese person working towards better health. Unfortunately the medical way to describe my weight, specifically with the use of the word “morbid”, makes it seem like I’ve got one foot on the gas and one foot in the grave. I just don’t agree with the word morbid. Obese, fine. Fat, whatever. But morbid? It makes me feel like I should start dressing like Morticia Addams and never smile again. Why not just call it, “super obese?” Like, you’re fat, but you’re also SUPER! It’s bad enough to just BE obese, but why does it still have to sound so harsh? It’s like the only expression that hasn’t been sugar-coated over the past few decades.
I know the amount of fat on my body isn’t healthy but I don’t feel like I’m one more soda away from immediate death. The doctor also tested all sorts of things like cholesterol, calcium, sodium, thyroid, potassium, and glucose levels. Everything was perfectly in the normal range. I also was weighed and had lost seven pounds since I found out about the food allergies. I’ve been feeling pretty good about myself. I’ve been walking more at night and forcing myself to attempt to jog. I set up little goals of amount of blocks and it’s been pretty cool to see how quickly I’ve improved over the past couple of weeks.
According to my training walk schedule, I’m a few miles short of the suggested amount I should be doing every week to prepare for the 60-mile walk. I have been thinking about ways I could fund raise as I still have $1,800 to go and am stoked that I’ll be getting the pink in my hair done today! I still want to do a “Brews for BOObs” event so I hope I can do that to help raise money. I also have been thinking of a way to craft together a promised “training walk sponsorship” where maybe I could ask people to “sponsor” my training walks – They give me a goal for a month during my pre-training, say 50 miles – and they’ll promise to donate $50 when I achieve it. I log all my walks on a fabulous app called Runtastic so it would be legitimate to track my progress… and hopefully everyone who promises to donate will follow through. What do you all think of that idea? Would any of YOU sponsor my training walks? 😉
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Congrats on being down 7lbs and the journey to your 60 mile walk!
It’s a medical term which means excess body fat has accumulated to the extent that it may have a negative effect on health, leading to reduced life expectancy and/or increased health problems. Is it harsh? It’s a fact. Your attempt to be lighthearted and joke about dressing like a goth is kind of off-putting; an obvious defense mechanism. You look like a young woman…way too young to be risking her long-term health, mobility, and future. You don’t say whether your doctor talks about why you’re morbidly obese or offers support and suggestions to help you address the issue; if he or she didn’t, find a new doctor. Morbidly obese describes a person who is 100 or more pounds overweight…no doctor should simply note this and not discuss with the patient. No patient should hear this and continue on her merry way.
I think Michele M. needs a back rub and maybe like a martini or something…. Good for you, girl. Keep that positive, forward-thinking attitude. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING!
Man, do I feel you. When my doctors office closed about a year ago I had to have my medical documents sent to me so I could get a new doctor.
It was very shocking after all the weight I had lost and how proud I was of myself, to see the first paragraph of my medical documents say: “A pleasant thirty(something)morbidly obese married woman…”
I realize that they have to use certain terms, but dang!
It’s just a word April, and I know you won’t let it define you. 🙂