Doctors, Weight, and a Faster PR

April 12, 2012 § 9 Comments

When my name was called at the pediatric dentist I walked through the mystery door to find my girls in a tiki hut being watched over by a bevy of beauties in bright pink scrubs. To my right with his hand extended was Doctor Kevin.

This was not your ordinary dentist.

Dr. Kevin was actually Adorable Doctor Kevin. His friendly smile was the invitation to stare at his dark tousled hair and almond skin. Young. Enthusiastic. A dreamy kind of guy who had visited the girls pre-school a week before.

My little stinkers knew exactly who was waiting for them, which explains the skip hop that happened as they were ushered to the back. While I was silently praying for a visit sans tantrum, they were on the other side playing and being cute under the watchful eyes of their first doctor crush.

When we left they had (not only) new toothbrushes, but enough stickers to cover the front and back of a shirt and three-inch plastic fairies, the kind you find at the Target checkout.

My own visit to the doctor yesterday was not nearly as splendid. I wasn’t sent home with toys or stickers. Just a good arm prick from the blood suckers and advice that I already knew before being told.

“Isn’t there something you can give me for my weight?” I asked.

“Well actually, Miss Martha, there is a new drug that suppresses appetite. The FDA pulled it back, though. And besides. It’s not safe.”

His wry smile told me he wouldn’t prescribe it even if it was on the market.

After a good long discussion about my running and the fact that I’ve gained a whopping twenty pounds since the last time I saw him three months ago (a teensy bit of it muscle), we decided that I must figure out how to handle the eating while running factor in a way that keeps me strong and healthy, lighter and with more energy for day-to-day tasks.

The good news is that since I’m continuing to run as much as I do the need for Metformin has been quelled. Fewer drugs are good. I know this, despite the fact that I’d pop a pill to make me less hungry in half a second.

He wasn’t sure about my training plan, but suggested that I run four miles per day (five, ugh, days a week) with a long run on the weekend. My good doctor will check with a marathoning endocrinologist friend of his to see what he thinks of this plan. The goal is to keep my blood sugars balanced, while also addressing the hunger that comes with running much higher mileage.

It’s tricky, but it is imperative if I am going to meet the goal of overall health and hapiness (one cannot be happy without health I don’t think).

Being healthy and happy encompasses a lot.

Not only does the athlete in me make me want to run faster, the mother in me knows that my food choices (good and bad) are being passed down to my children. The patient in me thinks she’s happy that the doctor didn’t throw meds at the situation and the fighter in me is determined to make long-lasting changes to my diet that will keep gall stones and adrenal failure at bay (finding ones birth family also means finding ones genetic history).

My journey toward total overall health has left me with this one last obstacle. Without much fore-thought, I hopped in the Sequoia and found myself in the parking lot in front of Jenny Craig.

I had done Jenny Craig in 1989. I was a 150 pound eighteen year old whose boyfriend told her she’d be so much prettier if she lost a little weight. I did, as a matter of fact lose the weight and thankfully the boyfriend, too, though the pain of that loss stuck around much longer than the ugly twenty five pounds that eventually crept back on.

This time I’d be doing it for me.

I left the Jenny office with three bags of food and a plan for every meal to be eaten over the next week.

Not being required to make food choices for a while is a relief. My friend Joanna at Poppy’s Style wrote an amazing post about her own struggle with weight and her experience with Jenny Craig. It was her piece that gives me the courage to write about this today (thanks Joanna!).

She replied to an email I sent her yesterday telling her about my day.

“It’s like hitting the reset button!” she said.

“Utter brilliance,” I say. This is exactly how it should be viewed.

Surely over the next few weeks the numbers on the scale will go down and the clothes in my closet will button and zip more easily.

Strangely enough, though, despite better fitting clothes and blood sugars that stay put, the best part for me may be the PR that I see in my future.

Some girls put pictures of skinny models on their refrigerators as motivation for weight loss.

Me?

I’m creating an imaginary splits list. My times will go lower as each mile is marked (negative splits) and I will finish my half marathon in under 2 hours and fifteen minutes (ten minutes faster than my fastest half yet).

A goal to look toward that seems within reach.

Reset button being pushed, ready, set, go!

Happy faces after the dentist.

Down the hall and to the left.

Dear Blood Suckers, You don't scare me anymore, but here, take my left arm. The veins are way better!

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§ 9 Responses to Doctors, Weight, and a Faster PR

  • Brilliant post – and you don’t need anyone for inspiration – you have your own motivation. It’s funny how we all have stories about shitty boyfriends who made us feel crap – why does that stuff still haunt us years later? I was once told I needed to be ‘more lady like’ – he was out the door with my toe up his rear before he could blink lol.
    Btw – exactly who is crushing on the Dr? You can’t put that on the girls:)

    • Running in Mommyland says:

      Gosh you make me laugh!!!! You know what’s scary…. the doctor looks an awful lot like that shitty boyfriend from all those years ago. He was all dark and handsome, too. Funny I married a blonde, although he’s no picnic most days either!!!

      I’m praying we get into NYC! We have got to get together!

  • Teresa says:

    Love the post and the “reset button!”

  • It’s a fine line finding the right balance with running, diabetes and weight loss. I have plenty of patients who deal with it daily. It can be done! You just need to find what works for you! Have you ever seen a sports nutritionist? They might be able to help you plan your meals better. Good luck!

    • Running in Mommyland says:

      That’s a really good idea. I think once I get this little bit of weight off I’m going to have to find a sports nutritionist for sure!

  • Melissa says:

    I’ve never struggled with my weight but I’m a woman so God knows I’ve got other shit I’m working on…I had to laugh at the quote about which arm is better for blood work. After going through infertility for 3 years I know exactly which arm and which veins the tech should go for and usually after I tell them I get a really strange look!
    xM

    • Running in Mommyland says:

      Oh my gosh….it’s my own infertility struggle and IVF round that made me realize the left arm was more veiny! Thanks for your comment!!!

  • […] I headed back to my Jenny Craig center non Friday.  It’s only the other week I was telling Running in Mommyland to treat it like hitting the ‘reset button’ and now I find myself heeding my own […]

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