And Introducing. . .the bfc!!!!

Posted by Vicki on January 26th, 2012 under Big FAT Bunnies
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Catja went to her annual veterinary checkup appt yesterday. Woody brought her to the Point Breeze Veterinary Clinic or Center or whatever. The vet there is well-known. There is good news and bad news. The good news: we have rid Catja of those pesky fleas. NO parasites of any kind this year. The bad new: Catja has been officially diagnosed as morbidly obese. She has gained about a pound in the past year, weighing in at 13.4 pounds! I don’t understand it. She eats very little. Just a few handfuls of dry cat food (and it’s even LITE Science Diet pellets, and also hairball control, so what’s up with that?) and a couple forkfuls of tuna a day. This cannot be more than a couple hundred calories! That’s a starvation diet! But. . .weight a minute. At 13.4 pounds, and her increasingly sedentary lifestyle, she probably needs only about 10 times that in kcal a day, so 134 calories to maintain her weight, so 200 calories is weigh too much. Lana, our housekeeper, sneaks in quite a few little treats when she is here, which is weekly. I have come home to find Catja’s bowl stuffed with the Science Diet pellets. Over and over again, I have warned her to stop overfeeding Catja, but she only laughs and ignores the admonition. Also, Catja begs for tuna when Lana is here, and gets I do not know how many extra flakes she gets of this, but I imagine not a few.

Catja apparently suffers from one of the feline co-morbidities of morbid obesity: a fecal mat covering or adjacent to her vagina, which had to be cut away. I may not have mentioned this before, but Catja seems to have had a problem with anal hygiene, since she has a lot of long hair around her anus, and although I see her trying to clean herself, her efforts have not been all that effective. Unfortunately. So I’ve had to give her baths every couple of months, which she detests. Oh, btw, yesterday I drove behind (no pun intended) a car with a solitary bumper sticker, which read, “I <3 Uranus.” In a novel, this would be considered foreshadowing, because I hadn’t yet learned about Catja’s vet visit when I spied the bumper sticker. But this isn’t a novel, this is real life, and the reality is that Catja can not clean herself effectively because of her morbid obesity. The vet recalled that even when Catja got spayed — before we adopted her, when she weighed about 4 pounds less than she does now — she had “too much abdominal fat,” which sounds like dysmetabolic syndrome and an insulin-resistant, pre-diabetic state. So the vet gave Catja a fur cut, removing all the matted fur, which tends to accumulate over a period of weeks, and which I have had to cut off lately, but didn’t get to the most recent mats. She has a nice trim, and all the fur around her anus has been pretty much shaven. Poor Catja. When Woody got her home, she immediately went up to our bedroom and hid beneath our bed, which I may have mentioned is rather complex from an architectural standpoint so you can’t just reach under and get her. In fact, Woody discovered to his dismay that getting her to come out from under last week was impossible, necessitating the appt change to yesterday. Yesterday,cb and I managed to coax her out with a catnip trail which began beneath the bed and stretched out and beyond the bed’s borders. Little by little, with great caution, Catja nibbled at the catnip and actually pussy-footed backward after finishing the catnip close to the bed’s exit. Eventually, she emerged, and bounded (if an obese cat can be said to bound) downstairs to a bigger than usual tuna reward. See, I am a bad cat mommy because I reward her with tuna! I should know better, what with my subspecialty and all. Maybe there’s cat phentermine? The vet kindly told Woody that Catja might have gained weight because “the neighbors could be feeding her.” This I doubt. She recommended wet cat food, one small can a day if she is outdoors, to compensate for being fed by the “neighbors” and 2 small cans a day if she remains indoors.

She is supposed to return to the vet in 2 mos to be shaved again, and, of course, to have a weigh-in. Maybe she will need bariatric surgery. I did feel rather ashamed of my cat parenting skills, or lack thereof, but I understand that the vet did her best to remain non-judgemental. Although Woody pointed out that he “took the fall,” and since he is so handsome and sweet, the vet must have taken pity on him. Had I been the one taking the cat in, I am sure I would have been met with reprimand.

Not only am I a bad cat mama, but I am also a bad bunny mama. Because neither bunny was obese prior to adoption. And Elsa has been having a similar co-morbidity, the discovery of which (by yours truly) led to further feelings of shame and mortification, not to mention an episode of pretty profound nausea which was, thankfully, not consummated.

Anyhow, I was cleaning out the bunny pen the other day and realized I could no longer postpone trimming the bunnies’ claws, which had become so long they had begun to curl under, but you must understand my reluctance: inflicting pain and suffering is the last thing I ever want to do. In this process, I managed with Damian to cut one claw a bit too close, which became obvious as blood began to spurt from his nailbed. Well, that’s a bit exaggerated — ooze would be a more appropriate verb. I put pressure on and the bleeding stopped, but not before staining my clothes and terrifying the bunny. Next, came Elsa. In the midst of positioning her so that I could trim her rear claws, I noticed an unpleasant scent, which turned out to be a golf-ball sized poop which was fur-filled and covered, and matted in a mass beneath her tail. OMG. “Richard!” I screamed, not caring about his allergies at that moment. I had to hold the poop in order to trim it away from her body, then trim more poop-covered fur while I gave the traumatized bunny a bath.

You should understand it’s next to impossible to see beneath a bunny tail when the bunny hates to be handled. So missing the problem should not make me feel like a bad and neglectful mommy, but unfortch it did.

chappy belated chanukah bfb — the author’s delusions of grandeur

Posted by Vicki on January 22nd, 2012 under Big FAT Bunnies
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This bunny has been inserted late, or perhaps early, (if you are thinking ahead, post-traumatic 2012 Presidential election, to the 2012 Chanukah). You must understand that you cannot just conceive of a cartoon and presto, there it is on your website. The steps are very complex, and often interrupted, and inordinately time-consuming. You would think this immense effort to bring new and exciting bfb shenanigans to devoted readers would have the effect of generating more readers and perhaps even going viral via random postings on Utube, but perhaps the author is in the midst of some blinding delusions of grandeur. It would be very nice if the author’s cartoons could inspire at least a handful of “likes,” and let the author point out that she will often “like” someone’s posting, especially if requested to do so. She has taken the time to go to links, to comment, to “like,” and gone through all sorts of contortions in order to be supportive of fellow facebook clamorers of attention and affection. And what does she get in return? Bupkis! And Jill, please forgive this taking the name of your dear and departed dachsund in vain.

Anyhow, this author must go through the following steps in order to bring these bfb’s and their various accoutrements, companions, and often obscure, yet somehow inspirational, thought balloon opinions and observations to my loyal and as-yet-potential readers and fans:

1. Create. This is the most important and pleasurable part of the journey from the brain to the blog. The images just come to the author’s mind without warning. Often the funniest (in her h.o.) are the ones that appear in brainland spontaneously.
2. Transfer creation to paper – requiring an initial pencil drawing with multiple erasures, and this also requires a sharp pencil and an eraser that does not make those dreaded smudge marks. The apparent simplicity and unskilled nature of the final renderings is deceptive. The final drawing may take up to 45 minutes to its completion. The shopping cart drawing took forever. Literally. Although now the author is dubious that the effort was worth it. She is coming to realize that the simpler the better. Some of the cartoons that are about to be posted are cluttered and busy, but, then again, the creative mind doesn’t always follow a practical approach. The reader should also understand that this technique has been developed through trial and error. Less than optimal results have resulted from attempts at using a variety of computer sketch or drawing apps or programs, and even power point renderings. Control of the drawing becomes elusive with any of these methods and the drawings take a lot longer. Were I to practice, that would take a lot of time and those creations would build up in my brain to form an intolerable backlog.

3. Tracing over the pencil drawing with colored or black pen, to clarify and make more interesting. And add thought balloons or captions.

4. Take photos of the pictures (scanning would work as well, but photos at this point are easier for me).
5. Upload onto cb’s Apple computer. I don’t think I can do it with my pc from an iphone or ipad.
6. He has to create jpegs and send them to my e mail.
7. I (the author) must then transfer the files to my remote harddrive and not my local harddrive, so I have to be able to connect to my harddrive, which was a bit tough over the last few days since connection apparatus got screwed up.
8. Once files are in hard drive, I must connect to trolleybird website and upload the jpegs and then insert into posts.

9. Very complex. There may be a much easier way or a shortcut, but this is how I am doing it now. Someone may have some suggestions, which either will be welcomed or spurned or which might offend the author.

So this is day 2 of the unveiling process of the latest bfb toons. The final one — which will be inserted into a post later this week — will have a surprise. Don’t get too excited. The surprise will be something that is surprising, nothing as good as the prize in a cracker jack box. Thus, it is a surprise, not a prize. And just a bit of a surprise, not a major, life-altering surprise. But it will be somewhat of a delightful and silly surprise. So stay tooned.

A New, Albeit Rather Tardy, bfb ‘toon

Posted by Vicki on January 21st, 2012 under Big FAT Bunnies
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Annoyances

Posted by Vicki on January 21st, 2012 under Attitude, venting
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I am really annoyed right now. Once again, I tried to connect to my remote desk top via the connect portal from my home computer, and there is a connect problem. So I called the helpdesk, and the guy who answered was totally incompetent, clearly new. I waited a few minutes to even get to talk to him and his responses defined the word “clueless.” He said that “someone” will get back to me. I said I need to hear from someone right away, that someone talked me through a similar thing in the past when I had to “install” something. This is such a pain in the ass, I can’t even tell you because I have a major thing to get ready for next Wednesday, and I am freaking the fuck out. So far, I am sitting here and. . .no phone call yet. I expect to wait here forever, decaying to bones and gathering dust and cat fur, becoming increasingly similar to every other object in this house.

I guess I will have to go to my “local” desktop, which will be ok because I have not edited it since I sent it to my “remote” desktop previously.

No call yet, and it’s been about 5 minutes.

Maybe I will return later, once I make some progress on the presentation.

Also, I am disappointed at my Googleanalytics — this past 30 days I had a bit less traffic than the previous 30 days. Progress with readership is way too slow, which is another thing that is so totally fucked, I can’t see straight.

One Smart Cat

Posted by Vicki on January 19th, 2012 under cats
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Catja is a very smart cat. She was standing by my chair, wanting affection, and now she is examining something next to the bed.

Why do I wax on (wax off) about her intelligence? Because she is my cat, and that is what people do when they have a cat. On Wednesday, she had an appointment at the veterinarian for her annual checkup, and Woody was to take her. The appointment was for 10:30. At 10:25, I got a call on my cell from Woody, who asked, “Did you feed the cat today?”

“Yes, I fed her. I always feed her in before I leave. What’s wrong?”

“She’s under the bed and I can’t get her to come out.”

The goddamn appointment was in five minutes! I recalled that last time, he had a similar problem and couldn’t help wondering how recently he had gotten out of bed. “Did you try catnip? The container is right near Dad’s side of the bed.”

“Yeah, but she waited till I left the room before she got any, then she went back under the bed.”

I sighed. Always these last minute emergencies. At what age do people learn that in general, planning ahead is not a bad idea? Now he would definitely miss Catja’s appointment. Oh, well, the notice from the vet said to get in before the end of January, and there were almost two weeks left, so it should be ok. How rude it would be if he showed up late or not at all, and hadn’t called to let the vet office know. I had better remind him. “You’ll have to call the vet and tell them you’ll be late, and then do your best to get her out.”

“I realize that, Mom.”

“Did you try tuna?”

“She wasn’t interested. Of course. Because you fed her. You probably shouldn’t have fed her.”

“Well, I didn’t know this would happen. Listen, try to get her out and let me know what happens.” Our bed is not the kind you can just reach beneath and scoop out a handful of cat. The base is an ingenious creation made of three long wooden structures placed in parallel, each of which contains multiple compartments, so as to serve as book storage as well as a box-spring substitute.

I wondered. . .how had Catja known something was up? Maybe she saw the cat carrier and remembered the last time. Maybe she just knew that when Woody went for her, it meant trouble. Or maybe she just wanted to sleep and be left alone, and her behavior was not an indicator of prior knowledge or suspicion. I believe, though, that she understood all too well that emergence from beneath the bed meant entering a world of pain.

In a subsequent phone call, Woody alerted me that he had done his very best and ened up changing the appointment to next week, appending the stern admonition, “Next time, don’t feed her.” He explained that if she felt hungry, he would be able to much more easily distract her with food.

It turned out that Catja had not seen the cat carrier at all — Woody had left it in the kitchen before starting to search for her. I should point out that Catja often spends a lot of time, especially during the winter when we don’t let her outside much, under our bed. She is not easily persuaded to come out once she is settled, although when I am working in at the computer, she will often jump onto the bed and luxuriate in a snooze there for hours. However, when presented with catnip, she usually can’t resist for long. Still, since the catnip offerings are always associated with something she finds unpleasant — namely, a vet appt or a bath — it stands to reason that she would do anything in her power to spurn such an offer.

So no matter how you look at it, Catja is one smart cat.

Gotta Blog!

Posted by Vicki on January 16th, 2012 under Big FAT Bunnies, Exercise, irritation, projects, venting, Weight Gain
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A la the movie Singin’ In the Rain “Gotta Dance!” Anyway, I ain’t singin’, too nervous. It’s getting dark and a bit warmer than yesterday, but perhaps raining and I still have not left the house. Maybe I will and maybe I won’t, but despite the fact that I usually do little exercise on two days a week, because I had the day off today due to MLK day, I feel compelled to exercise. As of now, I am only at 2271 steps, which is pretty sucky. Weight is going down extremely slowly, but better than up. I told you – the holiday weight would take WEEKS to come off.

You might wonder, what was she doing all day? I was at my computer virtually all day. Up at 8, quick breakfast and lunch, although did put all stuff had to take out of old fridge back into new fridge. Still have to clean bunny cage. Feeling panicky and far behind as usual.

So at computer all day long, managed to get out I think a relatively good, although probably too long, version of the thing I am going to present at an upcoming very important meeting I have in a bit over a week. I really have to shorten it, but I think now at least it’s pretty well organized. I am dizzy just thinking about it. Literally. I am sitting here, and as I wrote that sentence, my head kind of spun. That happens sometimes when I am feeling particularly anxious. To accompany the little proposal I wrote, I also created a powerpoint which I will just print out as a handout, and it’s probably pretty silly. This week I have a telephone meeting tomorrow and I have two meetings on Thursday, and then the exercise class Friday and up at 5 a.m. Wednesday and Friday to go to trainer, and then next week the BIG meeting which will be followed by a routine visit to my radiation oncologist.

Hyperventilation is never comfortable, but at least I know what it is. Going for a walk would be a good idea right now.

This was one of those long weekends that was packed from beginning to end, and went faster than any weekend, long or short, has the right to do.

Howcque?

Well, Saturday was taken up with unexpected large appliance purchase — trip to HH Gregg in Monroeville, and ended up with an LG “French Door” fridge, which I was stunned to learn they would deliver the next day. Unfortch, we had planned to have Gigi and Patrick over for dinner, and although fridge “window” of delivery was “between 1:30 and 4:30,” the fridge wasn’t delivered till about 6 pm, just as we were to sit down to dinner. Of course. When else? You are forced to stay home all fucking afternoon and they don’t even get there till after the window! Seriously? All I can say is, Fuck That Shit. So all our groceries from old fridge had to be moved on Saturday to downstairs freezer, little fridge in our kitchen which is actually Ani’s and I really hope there is a way to return it to her, and cooler, which we filled with veggies and stored in the unheated, very cold room connected to the laundry room. It’s not really a room, but a storage area enclosed in concrete but otherwise exposed to the elements. Some items of course had to be discarded.

This time we got a 5 year total coverage warranty. You can guess what’s going to happen: immediately on expiration, the fridge will break down. It is inevitable. It is built-in. Date of total breakdown? January 15, 2017. Mark my words.

I do like the fridge. The old one I hated on site, day one. The new one has a rapid ice-maker! We have been without icemaker for years now, b/c water thing and ice-maker busted early on. From now on, cb’s insulin gets left in Ani’s fridge, because that’s generally nearly empty and this way the pens won’t get covered with melted cheese and bits of herbs and soft butter, the way two of his pens did in the last fridge. These two pens were also forgotten pens, and probably a few years old, because they kind of got lost in fridge detritus, mostly cheese. We had to get rid of a lot of old cheese. Nothing like a new fridge to avoid having to clean the old one! However, I was so mortified by the disgusting and gross condition of the insides of the old one, that I actually did wipe it out completely so when the guys came to lug it away last night I wouldn’t sink through the floor with embarrassment.

The new fridge is very very clean and very very organized at this moment. I am quite proud of its appearance. I may even have dreamed about the new fridge, but I also dreamed about training at the gym and that Sarah (who is not training me anymore) shortened a session because she had let the previous session go over the half hour, and I was really pissed at her in the dream. I remain pissed at her even now. I ended up having a conversation with her on Saturday about her having to cancel her class Friday night, which I ended up leading because I refuse to not have the exercise class. I am hoping that over time more than two people show up. But even if they don’t, no one can say, “Why don’t you offer an exercise class?” Lots of people have asked this question, and now we have one. We advertised the class to every single bariatric patient on the mailing list via e-mail, and I announced it to the support group last week, and I handed out flyers to the behaviorist group last week. Not a single individual from any of those settings came to the class.

Let me go on to another subject so I don’t throw the computer across the room.

It is generally pretty therapeutic to write though. Mollie has started utilizing her blog and I must say, some of her poetry is absolutely phenomenal, and she is very pleased that via the website (Woody created it for her, as he did for me) she is uncensored. She can use the f word in her poetry, whereas in school she may not. It’s kind of bullshit, don’t you think? Pretty fucked up, that a writing major, that is, a major in CRE-FUCKING-ATIVE WRITING in which you are SUPPOSED TO FUCKING EXPRESS YOURSELF is censored from fucking using the words she wants to use to fucking express herself!!!!!!!!!!!!! How fucking ironic is THAT!! Pret-ty fucking ironic, I’d say. And please, don’t tell me profanity is a sign of a poor vocabulary. I heard that one from my Dad my whole life, but that didn’t stop me. He’s probably chuckling now, thinking of his crass daughter and granddaughter.

Anyhow, the Beezoo is quite talented. Speaking of which, we really enjoyed seeing Pat and Gigi. Gigi was Mollie’s nanny for the first 12 years of her life and we love her and have continued contact with her. We’ve invited her to parties on occasion, and visited them at their home in Penn Hills, but never had just them over for dinner, which was very nice. Gigi adored the new fridge, and wants one like it. I think she used the word “beautiful” to describe it. In fact, she seemed more enthused about the fridge than about the dinner itself, which was a bit insulting. She especially liked the French doors, which seem to be quite a selling point. Until Saturday, I didn’t know from French doors, at least refrigerator-wise. It’s good to be on the cutting edge for a change.

This post is no more than a bit of fluff, speaking of which, I am excited about the 5 new bfb cartoons, but, alas, I have yet to receive the jpegs from my husby. Once I do, you’ll be the first to know.

Oh. I forgot to mention that cb is somewhat on the sad side lately, which of course makes me sad. I am unable and unwilling to provide details, but I can say that I can’t wait for the day when he is happy again. It’s been a long time.

It’s dark out now, but I am going to take a short walk outside, clean the bunny cage (BTW, Damian has been particularly daemon-like lately: lots of growling, grunting and boxing, even biting; I expect very soon to see his head spin a 360 or 2).

Mind Games And Other Strategies

Posted by Vicki on January 14th, 2012 under Attitude, Big FAT Bunnies, Eating Behavior, Exercise, Hate, irritation
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I engage in mind games willingly. There are a million and one tricks I play on myself each and every day in order to stay on track with weight loss and weight loss maintenance. These could be termed strategies to ensure sustained weight loss success.

Instead, I could be really pissed off. Because every year, I think, “My metabolism has ground to a complete halt,” and recall the old days when I could pare off those extra holiday pounds in a week, no problemo. But when the next year rolls (so to speak) around, consumption of the same number of daily calories that allowed me to maintain my weight in, say, 2011, now results in weight gain. So each year, I find I have to trim at least a hundred calories from my rapidly diminishing daily intake to prevent weight gain. BTW, this is a total suckfest. I am also fully cognizant that now, more than ever, exercise is crucial because 1) at my age, muscle mass begins to vanish into thin air, and muscle burns more calories than fat; 2) loss of muscle mass, even if weight remains the same, is associated with faster health decline and loss of cognitive function and loss of bone density, and with frailty; 3) it can improve balance, thereby reducing fall and fracture risk; 4) it can increase flexibility, which lowers risk of injury and improves balance; 5) it improves energy, sense of well-being, and mood, as well as reduces stress — at least one study has shown it to be as effective as SSRI’s for mild symptoms of depression; 6) people who exercise are more likely to live longer and less likely to be sidetracked by illnesses such as seasonal colds and flu.

So, free medical tidbit for the day (and, please, if you are comparing me to Dr. Oz, don’t even go there): aside from smoking cessation, the most important thing a person can do to prevent disease and promote good health is regular exercise.

But sometimes it is a struggle, even for an inveterate exerciser such as myself. Mind you, I am not a competitive athlete by any means. In my entire adult life, I participated in only four “events,” none of them with the goal of “winning.” Two were the 5K Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure (walking, not running), one was a 5K organized by one of the trainers at UrbanActive, and the final one was the 25 mile bike ride, “Pedal Pittsburgh,” which I described in a previous post. Also, I am kind of a klutz, for lack of a better term. I’ve taken some aerobics classes over the years, as well as a few Zumba classes, and usually go to the right when everyone else is going left, and vice versa, and backwards when all others move en masse forward. I tend to place myself toward the back, because the ones in the front couple of rows usually know what they are doing and provide visual cues for those who cannot see or hear the instructor, so I don’t want to be the source of confusion to people, nor, more important, stand out like a sore thumb. But I have taken enough of these classes to finally catch on and know some of the moves, and am better than I used to be. Actually, it seems I am good enough now at a few moves to substitute for Sarah when she is unable to make it to lead my newly formed Group Fitness and Health class held at Magee on Friday evenings in room 2131 from 6 – 7 pm. (This class is for true beginners who are unaccustomed to moving much.) I was actually too good at spinning class: good, because spinning just requires moving your legs, which comes naturally to most humans, meaning you don’t have to be particularly graceful, plus I am pretty conditioned from a cardio standpoint, but too good, because the fact that I cranked the resistance way up and got my heart rate and RPE up to the max is probably what ended up dropping that final straw on the proverbial camel’s back, or, I should say, the bfb’s IT band. So I haven’t spun in a while, but hope to get back to it in the not-too-distant future.

Once again, although the info above is not exactly superfluous, I have strayed from the original point, which was to explain some strategies for staying on track. This topic comes to mind because the discussions at the two WW meetings I attended this week had to do with planning, which of course also brings to mind another one of the platitudes I have picked up over my years as a Weight Watcher: “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.” Don’t you love the way I keep these little banal, yet somehow motivating remarks, up my sleeve and so impressively pluck them out and spring on the reader in an unbelievably timely and pertinent fashion?

Anyhow, planning is essential for staying on track, but it is so absolutely not everything. i.e., necessary but not sufficient. Because — another platitude — “The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.” Maybe not so much for women, but still. . . Planning goes hand in hand with self-talk, seeing through myself, and letting myself get away with as little as possible. I have to be pretty rigid with my exercise plans, and set things up so that wriggling out of it is more difficult and unpleasant than following through. Typically, I schedule time to exercise five days a week: two appointments with my trainer, one appointment with my friend Jenny, and Saturday and Sunday, either elliptical at the gym, or something outside — a walk, a run or a bike ride. On vacations, I do something every day, sometimes more than one thing.

On cold winter days when it’s still dark out till 7 a.m., getting out of the warm bed at 5 or 6 a.m. seems next to impossible sometimes. These mornings are the times I play tricks on myself. I have long ago learned that my favorite time to exercise, especially during the week, is early morning. Firstly, I get it out of the way and don’t have to think about it anymore that day (when I go later, I find myself worrying that I will not actually do it); secondly, I shower after exercising, and if I went later in the day, I’d have to shower twice — once before work and once after exercising later on. It would also mean getting home even later than usual, which would be untenable. As is, I often get home at 8:30 and sometimes even later. I have also found that exercise first thing in the morning is a great way to wake up, even before any caffeine gets into the system. The muscles really sing after a good training session. So the mind trick: having in place people who are counting on me to be there — being a no-show has happened only a few times in my entire life. Every once in a while, I have cancelled on Jenny, but that is not the same as not showing up at all, which means not letting someone know in advance. The couple of times I was a no-show were when the alarm didn’t go off, so I was forgiven. Plus she overslept and was a no-show a couple of times also, and we’ve been bff for about 20 plus years. (That isn’t to say I don’t have other bff’s — you can have more than 1 – the word “best” is actually misleading).

I dread the idea of waking up to the alarm and then dozing off again and inadvertently sleeping through the appointment. I abhor being late to anything. The fact that I almost invariably run way behind while seeing patients goes so against my desire to be prompt, reliable and responsible. It’s not quite the same as arriving to the office late, which unfortunately happens sometimes as well, but it’s still not optimal.

Because nothing annoys me more than people whose time is way more important than yours (so they think!) They think nothing whatsoever of showing up late or calling at the last minute — and the inconvenience to others and their overt disregard and disrespect is of no consequence to them. The thought of rendering an apology would never occur. As an example, I refer to an acquaintance who, at best, would keep me waiting, usually at Panera, well beyond our scheduled meeting time. This was not just a one-time occurrence — it was habitual. And my position was such that although burning mad, I couldn’t object too much. On several occasions, I had set aside time or adjusted my schedule in order to accommodate the meeting, only to receive about 5 phone calls taking place over an interval of about an hour. The first call would generally take place about 10 minutes after the appointed meeting time and would go something like this: “I’ll be there in ten minutes” Twenty minutes after that: “I got held up. I’m on my way.” And so on times two. Then the final call: “Is it ok with you if we reschedule? I’m not going to be able to make it.” I swear to God. This actually happened. And, even worse, it happened more than a few times with this particular individual, until I finally decided to decline to arrange further meetings.

I also still remember an ex-friend who turned out to be a total, total,TOTAL self-absorbed, narcissistic and immature asshole beyond compare (but how do I really feel?). He was supposed to meet cb and me for dinner at a Squirrel Hill restaurant, now defunct, called “Sweet Basil.” He didn’t show and he didn’t show and he didn’t show. I knew he had been spending the afternoon with a woman to whom I had introduced him, but he hadn’t said a word about cancelling the dinner. cb, of course, just went with the flow in his usual tolerant, sweet way, but I was getting hungrier and hungrier and madder and madder. Eventually, I either called the jerkoff on his cell or he finally appeared, and with an attempt at little-boy cuteness and innocence, but without an attempt at apology, he explained away the tardiness (he was an hour late, folks!): “We found a baby bird.” Seriously.

OMG. Can you believe I am feeling the burn even now, as I expose one of many character flaws of two individuals for whom my respect went totally down into the realm where the sun don’t shine years and years ago? The impressions some people make on one (or at least on me) — people who deserve no more than a fleeting thought, if that. I do so enjoy, though, the familiar welling up of indignance as I conjure up these memories! There is nothing like a high dudgeon to make the world right again.

Anyway, back to the self-talk and other trickery. When the alarm goes off at 5, first of all, it’s really not 5, it’s 10 of five. I purposely set the time on the clock ten minutes fast, which is actually a big help. It doesn’t have a snooze button, so I have to will myself to lie there and remain awake, eyes wide open. Within 5 minutes, I get out of bed, and from there on, I’m good. Another thing I do sometimes, on days I know it’s snowing or freezing and I just want to curl up and turn over, telling myself I’ll get to the gym “later,” knowing that’s a lie, is literally to repeat the Nike ad to myself, “Just do it, just do it, just do it, just do it.” Like the Little Engine That Could. Because saying this pushes all those avoidance thoughts out of my mind. I make myself think about how much happier I will be if I do get up and get going, and how the chances of getting to the gym later are probably nil, and how the bfb will become a bbffb, and how not getting to the gym will lead to an inevitable downward spiral into a world of blubber, sin and pain.

The planning and self-talk issues came up today again. I had thought I could go to gym at 8, because I knew it would be tough to go later, since our fridge broke two days ago and we needed to go get one as early as possible today (which turned out to be the right decision, because if we had shown up later, they wouldn’t have been able to deliver the fridge by tomorrow). Unfortunately, however, I didn’t awaken till 8, and there was a WW meeting at 9:30, and since we had to get the fridge first, gym this morning was clearly going to be impossible. At the WW meeting, I mentioned the problem, during a lively discussion about always formulating not only plans A and B, but also C – Z, and right in front of everyone, announced, “And so I commit to either taking a walk outside today or going to the gym.” And then and there, by saying it aloud, I know I wouldn’t be able to blow it off the way I most definitely wanted to. So after lunch, I changed into my exercise togs, and drove off to the gym, and completed the 35 minute elliptical routine.

The other blessing that helped me trick myself this week was, in fact, the fridge breakdown. We had to move all the ice cream to the basement freezer, and — I may have mentioned this in the last post, I can hardly remember, and I am not about to look it up — I talked myself into believing (sort of) that it would be too much “trouble” to go all the way downstairs to get just that half cup of ice cream, and then lug the ice cream back downstairs, and, besides, it was too cold anyway. And owing entirely to this faux-self-deception, I have not had ice cream for 4 days. Today will be the fifth, and I am hereby committing to no ice cream today.

I will report back.

Rambling Rose

Posted by Vicki on January 12th, 2012 under projects
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I have only a half hour to blog today. It is 5:04 and even though Thursday is my “day off,” it hasn’t been that for a long while. I have spent the whole day at the computer working on work: patient phone calls, sending results, and also doing things that are related to my role at The Lifestyle Program. A few phone calls, e-mails, getting prepared for cooking demo, and I haven’t even gotten to so many things on my list, which is a long one. Everything takes more time than you think. At work, things are going really well but I have a feeling it’s only going to get busier. It’s important that I keep my Thursdays non-clinical so that even if I end up increasing to true full-time status (part-time for a doc, or at least for me, is on the average of 60 hours a week sometimes! And no less than 40! I have put in almost an 8 hour day today) I will still have some flexibility. It should be for catching up, meetings, planning things etc. I am not sure yet what is going to happen, but I feel all arrows are pointing to me to really take my interest in the management of overweight and obesity to a whole new level. It is scary but exciting. Scary because I have no idea how I will have the time to do this well, but I have lots and lots of ideas and more and more people are contacting me asking me to do things and wanting to work with me, which is exactly what I wanted originally when I started out at The Weight Management Center. The difference is I guess I am willing to put in the time now. I got into it slowly to make sure I wanted to do it, and it’s gotten bigger and bigger and now it’s accelerating. It’s true that I’ve really brought this upon myself, I asked for this to happen! But I can’t do it all by myself, though, because there isn’t enough time for one person to do this. It is a huge project. And I do not want to give up my primary care internal medicine practice.

Meanwhile, there were a couple of pain in the ass interruptions today. The dryer seemed broken because it was — and this happened suddenly — making this horrible noise every time you turned it on. So for a week, the dryer has been unplugged to prevent anyone from accidentally using it, and this was because today was the first day Sears and I could coordinate our schedules. The problem? There was a pencil stuck way at the bottom of the filter which got into the fan mechanism, so the whole machine had to be taken apart to get to this pencil. It was a very expensive pencil — to the tune of 129.00!!!!!! Actually, 138 plus with tax. But it wasn’t a job we could’ve done ourselves. The Sears guy was a real joker — in a kind of good way. Lots of repartee. But a little creepy. How odd that we let these folks we don’t even know into our homes and so trustingly innocently lead them down to dark basements — dryer repair guys, plumbers, People’s gas reps. I always kind of breathe a sigh of relief when they leave and I am safe! It’s like The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo when Blomqvist leads the serial killer down to the basement — only in this case, it was the killer’s basement which held in it all sorts of surprises!!!!

The next repair call — all our appliances have very short life spans, it seems — was cheaper, only 59.00. BUT that’s the good news. Our freezer stopped cooling things properly. It became pretty clear that this was happening a few days ago, and then we had to move meats and ice creams down to the basement freezer. A very nice guy named J.W. Sales we have used before came over today to take a look — I had just called about it yesterday, so he was quite accommodating — and announced that the freezer and fridge both were kaput. It seems the compressor is broken, and causing a buildup of a “big ball of ice” (which I actually got to see!) which may be the only reason that the fridge is staying cold, according to J.W. Sales. The freezer is not. Guess how much a compressor costs — parts and labor? Almost 1000.00! Which is oddly the cost of a new fridge! He thought the fridge had to be at least 10 years old, but I am thinking we only got it maybe 6 or 7 years ago. Built-in obsolescence sucks. I asked him how much time we had to get the new fridge and he said, “I’m surprised it’s keeping things cool now. I’d say you need to get a new one today.”

When I said I didn’t think I could do this till Saturday, he said, “You should be ok.” Curtis recently pointed out to me that the expression, “It should be ok” is, at best, not very reassuring. I just went grocery shopping yesterday, of course, and got lots of fresh produce. We’ll just have to eat it really really fast.

I’m not surprised to learn (from J.W.) that a huge conglomerate now owns Gennair, Frigidaire, Kenmore, Whirlpool, Maytag and I think one or two more. Our fridge is Maytag and it has been pretty much a suckfest all along. In the crispers, the veggies and fruits freeze. The upper levels have never been cold enough. The water and ice maker broke long ago. There is hardly any room. The design stinks. So goodbye and good riddance. I just hope we can get a decent fridge for about 1000 bucks. Supposedly, the 10,000 Subzeros are not better enough to justify the increased cost, and I’m not going to shell out that kind of dough for a fucking refrigerator, pardonne moi Fronsche once again. Actually, it would be nice if I could really speak French and say, “Pardonne moi Fronsche” with a real French accent and real French syntax. Although I would not want to live in France, because I kind of like it here. In fact, if I knew that for the rest of my life, I would never leave the United States, it wouldn’t bother me one little tiny bit. I hate air travel to distraction. Everyone seems to get so psyched about trips to Vietnam, China, India, New Zealand, Israel. If I could just hop in a car and get to one of those places in an hour or so without all the hassle air travel brings,for a day trip or a long weekend, maybe I’d do it. I’ve been wanting to travel to different parts of this country, and haven’t even done that because I hate flying so much. Road trips are ok, but you get sick of hotels after a while and just want your own bed and your own shower and your own food and little routines. I am just a homebody, and thank God cb is, too.

The other thing I hate about travel is how paranoid and unsafe I feel when I am out of this country: worried about stolen money, stolen passports, being assassinated, or arrested for no reason and jailed for 36 years, being pickpocketed or conned or resented because I’m an American with $, because I don’t speak the language or understand the culture. I worry about gaining weight because I don’t know the numbers of PointsPlus or calories of the food I will eat in other countries. And of course there’s the worry about weight gain in unfamiliar cultural and culinary territory. In Costa Rica I didn’t get to exercise much and gained a few pounds which took months to take off, and I only overate a little. Also maybe customs wouldn’t let me back in the U.S. The line at customs coming back from C.R. was a nightmare — it took hours and we almost missed our Houston flight back to Pgh. Houston is a horrible airport. Of course it’s Texas, so it’s way too big. The customs line was like a cattle call, and the customs officers and attendants were screaming at the deplane passengers to “Move! Don’t try to push ahead or you’ll have to go to the back of the line!” It was barbaric. Getting into another country — no problemo. But coming home? Fuggedaboudit. Oh, and the other problem is smoking — lots of places allow smoking everywhere, which would kill cb and be really annoying to me.

When I was a kid, I traveled a lot with my brother and parents, who arranged these wonderful luxury trips, which were much cheaper then. 4-star hotels were affordable — now it wouldn’t be possible to take those sorts of trips. But the only other international travel in the past couple of decades has included Canada — which was great — and Jamaica.

I went to Jamaica with a girlfriend when I was in med school and she was in vet school. She was mad at her sometime boyfriend (she ended up marrying him) because he couldn’t make up his mind whether he wanted to be with Laura or some hobag he had been seeing for years, and Laura was just about fed up, and I was mad at cb because it was Xmas break and I think this was after his mother discovered she hated me, and he had gone to see her in Boca, so Laura and I decided to go to Jamaica. I can’t say I had a great time. We went to a nude beach and two guys picked us up there (they were, coincidentally, from Canada). I didn’t “do” anything with the guy, whose name I forget, except maybe hold his hand for a second or two, but I did feel like I was getting back at cb anyway. And after a bit, I realized that this guy I flirted with was rather repulsive, and began to miss cb immeasurably, although still was sort of pissed at him. We stayed at a third-rate hotel — a.c. didn’t work for the first day or so we were there, and it was kind of warm. It was very obvious that if facebook were available back then, the hotel staff would not have “Liked” any link which had anything to do with Americans. When we went into town, we would be asked by various Jamaicans, all male, whether we had or wanted to buy some — and I think this is what it was called, correct me if I’m wrong — “ginja” or something like that, which means “weed.” And I was terrified about doing something like that away from home, not only because of the legal ramifications, but because you never know what you’re getting. One thing I did like — these meat patties — ground meat (wonder what kind) you could get from street vendors, in a pastry pocket which was yellowish (with spice). It was very spicy and yummy, and I wanted them when I got back to the U.S. The beach was ok, too, and we got pretty tan, as I recall.

That just about sums it up for today. I am off to make dinner now.

Weight A Minute!

Posted by Vicki on January 8th, 2012 under Attitude, Eating Behavior, Exercise, Healthy eating, Lifestyle, Weight Gain, Weight Loss, weight management
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When it comes to weight loss, what is your goal? Is it just so the scale will show a different number? Is it to get down to a certain weight and stay there? To be healthier? To fit into a certain outfit? To get off your medications? To avoid illness? Everyone’s goal is different, but to make the weight loss journey the most meaningful, it’s important to know why you are going through the trouble.

And what trouble it is! Weight loss and maintaining lost weight are almost impossible for so many people. When I tell people I struggle with my weight, many do not believe me. From an objective standpoint, when you look at numbers alone, you would say that I have never had a weight problem. My body mass index was never even close to the magic number 25. However, my weight got to be uncomfortably high for me, which is what finally triggered me to join Weight Watchers at 144 pounds. And, as you already know, I have been as low as 125-ish over the past 12 years that I have been a lifetime member of WW, but I set my goal at 135 and have pretty much been 133 – 135 most of the time. I have never had to pay for a WW meeting since I became Lifetime — once you are Lifetime, you only have to weigh in once a month, and you can be up to 2 pounds above goal before you have to pay for a meeting. Not that paying would be that much — it would be only 12.00 and you only have to pay that until you are back at goal, but it’s a matter of pride.

As I have gotten older, losing and keeping weight off is much more difficult. I used to be able to overeat significantly for a day, a week, or even two weeks, but take the gained weight off within a week. I lost all my pregnancy weight with all three kids within 4 months of delivery. If I binged all weekend, I might pay for it by restricting my eating during the week, but would be fine by Friday.

But now, a 2-pound holiday weight gain takes weeks to come off, and it doesn’t happen if I go back to “normal” baseline eating — I have to cut back by not having any alcohol, having only one carb serving at dinner, and sometimes eliminating my half cup of low-calorie ice cream for a few days. That zero PointsPlus fruit allowance at WW doesn’t work too well for me — I find that the weight goes up if I eat as much fruit “as I want,” which would mean about 8 pieces a day. I know, that’s a lot, but it’s really easy for me to eat that much fruit. So I limit myself to 3 – 4 servings of fruit a day. I had been enjoying a whole banana twice a day, but now I have only half a banana twice a day, and a piece of fruit at lunch and for a snack, and occasionally some more at dinner.

Understand, this is on maintenance. I really have to jump on any gain, even if it seems small, because there would be a cumulative, stacking effect if I ignored a 2 pound holiday weight gain — this has happened to me before, and I don’t want it to happen again. Basically, I have accepted and adjusted to the fact that if I want to keep my weight down below or at goal, I will never be able to eat everything and anything I want, because I am a bottomless pit. Not due to hunger, but just because I love to eat. The taste, the texture, the way it feels going down — the whole bit. Like, right now, I feel physically satisfied — I finished lunch about half an hour ago. But if I let myself, I could easily be tempted by more of anything, even fruit. I could easily eat all day long, even beyond fullness to stuffedness, because the desire to eat doesn’t have to be linked to hunger. But over the many, many years (since the age of 9, actually, when a relative told me, “you’ve put on quite a bit of weight, haven’t you? and even before that, when I noticed that my thighs were really chubby compared to those of my peers) that I have been weight-conscious, I have trained myself. So many times a week, I hear from my patients, “I know what I have to do, I just have to do it.” I know what I have to do, and I do it. In fact, that Nike catch-phrase, “Just Do It!” is my mantra when my alarm goes off at 5 a.m. and my whole being does not want to get out of that warm bed and go to the gym.

How do I do it? I have a million and one strategies, plans A, B, C, D, and down the alphabet. I leave myself no options. I refuse to buy bigger sized clothing. I avoid monotony. I surround myself with people who are supportive. I am extremely vain and really like looking good.

So what is the point of my going on and on about this? I am not bragging, and I know I am genetically lucky (although nowhere near as lucky as my Mom or my son, Woody, or my husby, cb, who pretty much stop eating when they are full and barely think twice about what they put in their mouths, never have and never will, and I am very, very jealous of them). The point is that even someone like me — a person who has never been overweight, who eats healthfully, who has always been physically fit and engaged in physical activity, who hates fast food and loves fruit and vegetables and “whole” foods, eats low-fat, good carbs, little junk food, no sweetened beverages — has to make keeping my weight where I want it to be one of my highest priorities. And even someone like me has to exert tremendous — mostly mental — effort to take off a few extra pounds.

So it must be a nightmare to try to lose weight when you have a lot more to lose. Things seem to be stacked against even the most motivated person. It is coming to light that people who are obese or morbidly obese who manage to get to a healthy weight require several hundred calories fewer a day to maintain that lower weight than those who have always been at that lower weight. People seem to have weight set points which are hard to change, so that when a person loses weight below the range of that set point, the body does everything it can to get back to the old, higher weight. People seem to be able to lose 5 – 10% of their weight relatively easily, and then the weight loss almost invariably stalls, and, even with continued effort, may inch back up. People get down to goal weight, and regain the lost weight plus more. Very few individuals seem to be able to take off and keep off large amounts of weight. Those who do have learned that they cannot let their guard down, ever.
The other thing that happens is that people want quick results, which makes sense, because why put in all that work if you weigh 300 pounds and you are only going to lose .5 to 2 pounds a week? So they take drastic measures with diet and exercise, like SlimFast, or Atkins, or Optifast, or the Cabbage Soup Diet, and they get on the treadmill for three hours a day, seven days a week, and after a week or so of this, they may have lost 20 pounds, but they are irritable, light-headed, constipated, starving, and thinking about ice cream sundaes all day and dreaming about cheese steaks in their sleep. And then, someone brings chestnut doughnuts to work (I heard about these today from Jane and Michael Stern, on The Splendid Table) and they say, “I will just have one bite of one doughnut, just to see how it tastes, it won’t hurt me, I have been so perfect for so long. . .” and then it is all over. It is a bite, then a whole doughnut eaten very fast, then another, then McDonald’s or pizza for lunch because “I blew it, I may as well really enjoy myself,” and the backslide begins. They don’t even get back on track for dinner or the next day, because either they feel bloated from the binge, or they realize how much they have suffered over the past few weeks, and, if they are dumb enough to get on the scale the next day and are up 7 pounds (which cannot possibly be more than .25 pounds of real fat, and will probably mostly be gone the next day if they go back on track immediately), they figure, what’s the use, what was all that work for, all that suffering, and they give up. And because the body was in starvation mode, it requires fewer calories than ever, and the weight regain will likely end in a higher number on the scale than ever.

Where do I get this information? I did not make it up. These patterns have been described in the medical literature, and are being studied in top research centers. I have repeatedly read about these sorts of scenarios.
Also, I see this every single day in my internal medicine practice and in my bariatric practice. Obviously, I see it in my bariatric practice — numerous patients with BMI’s up to 80 — yes, 80! — most of whom have had experiences like those described above, and now they will need weight loss surgery to have any chance of achieving a semblance of a normal life.

Once you reach a certain weight, you have a very small chance of getting to a healthier weight without some sort of weight loss surgery, probably because of some of the metabolic and hormonal changes that take place as the BMI increases. Unfortunately, even weight loss surgery is no guarantee of a lifetime at a healthy weight — many who have the surgery who lose the necessary weight regain a substantial portion of the weight. For most, they are way better off than they would’ve been without the surgery, but for quite a few, ALL the weight plus comes back on. Sorting out and predicting who is more likely to have that happen is very difficult, but in some cases it is possible. There is a lot of controversy in the medical literature about how to predict good or bad post-surgical outcomes. Some researchers say there is no way to predict, and others have found an association between weight regain and certain pre-surgical eating behaviors.

I think it’s a mix. I think there are a lot of people who will not be able to lose significant weight in a sustainable way without surgery, but I also think that there must be an effort with lifestyle change, and that weight loss and improved health must be a priority in order for the surgery to have the optimal effect. Behavioral counseling alone is not that effective, it turns out, (although I think it helps some people) but cognitive-behavioral therapy (more specialized) is. Exercise helps keep weight off also, but the person must be willing to be persistent and consistent with physical activity. People must be willing to come in for regular follow-up visits after surgery, even if there is a lapse or a plateau in weight loss. The irony is, that although these instances can be so discouraging as to deter patients from making these follow up appointments, they are the very issues that should compel an individual to follow up asap.

Anecdotally, from what I see, I am pretty good at predicting who will do well and who will not after weight loss surgery. One problem is that after a year or so, when the weight loss slows, and begins to go back up, patients tend to not come back for help (as alluded to above), sometimes ever, so we don’t know what happens to them, or sometimes only after half the lost weight has been regained. The ones who do come in for help tell me they waited so long because they were embarrassed about the regain, or because they thought they could get back on track themselves.

So far, I have been pretty accurate, though, about the ones who will do poorly. These are folks who skip appointments, who do not keep food logs, or who keep inaccurate food logs, who look at the insurance requirement of six months of a medically supervised weight loss plan as just another hoop to jump through. The people who gain weight during the six months are usually those who put no effort into the program, and they do not do well in general. Many think the surgery is a quick fix, and if they could lose weight without surgery, they’d have done it already, but that is the wrong view to take. The point isn’t to lose a lot of weight before surgery, it is to work on lifestyle change so that it will be easier to adhere to dietary recommendations and exercise recommendations post-operatively. A person who weighs 350 pounds who sticks to a 1500 or 1800 calorie diet will definitely lose weight in six months.

The question is this: how can you explain weight gain in this kind of patient? I see patients who have to be put on a very low calorie liquid diet prior to surgery in order to get the weight down to 400 pounds. The risk of surgery is greater the higher above 400 pounds you go. The surgeons like to keep the risk as low as possible — they are not asking for miracles, just to get the weight to that level, and this sort of pre-surgical weight loss seems also to make the liver smaller and easier to manipulate during surgery. So this is the one occasion in which I recommend this type of extreme regimen, almost always at the end of the six-month attempt at lifestyle change. The powdered shakes are provided to the patient, and each shake has 35 grams of protein. The instructions are to drink 3 shakes a day and pretty much unlimited (non-starchy) veggies. The patients are instructed to come in weekly for follow up, and if they are on insulin, I work with them to adjust their doses. Many people lose large quantities of weight in no time. But there are actually some who gain weight or do not lose a pound. These people claim they are following the plan “to a T.” No deviation. No lapse. “Just the three shakes a day, like you told me. I am doing exactly what you told me to do.” And week after week, the weight does not change.

The diet is about 700 calories a day. It is virtually impossible not to lose weight on that number of calories a day, but the patients are so adamant that I want to give them the benefit of the doubt: that for some reason, although for 6 weeks they have 100% followed the liquid diet regimen, the weight has gone up 5 pounds.
I wonder what the reader thinks of this. Has anyone out there honestly had the experience of being on 700 calories a day and over a week not lost weight? If so, I want to hear your story. I am just so baffled. Why would a person come to see me if they did not genuinely want my help? I think people want me to lose the weight for them, as in, “You’re the doctor, do something for me.” They think just coming in for an appointment is effort enough. In addition to counseling, and managing medical co-morbidities of obesity, I do prescribe weight loss medications in appropriate settings. They are absolutely not for everyone, but in some cases, they can help a lot.

This question carries over to my regular practice in internal medicine. Recently, I saw three patients with concerns about their weight. Each person had come to me to help with weight loss, but none had or were willing to make the changes that would result in weight loss.

One was a bariatric patient with weight regain. The reasons for the regain were obvious to her and to me. She said, “I know what I have to do.”

Another was someone who has lost some weight. This person is not a candidate for weight loss surgery. She has lost on the average of less than two pounds a month, which is less than half a pound a week, although in the past 3 months, her weight has been stable. She brings in a food log every time, and has made almost no changes in her eating since last year. I asked her whether she thought she was getting anything out of her visits with me, since I do see her quite frequently and there’s been so little change. She told me, “I don’t always agree with what you tell me.” This is pretty clear, since she has done virtually nothing I have recommended. However, she claims to want to lose weight, and to still want to come in regularly. I asked her to think about how I could help her more.

A third person said, “This is the year I am taking care of me,” and went on to share that “I need to do something about my weight.” Her weight had been going up steadily over the last few years. She told me that in the past 5 years, she had gained about 50 pounds. The last time she was successful with weight loss, she hadn’t made any eating changes, but had exercised a lot — walked around the track for several hours a couple of days a week, at least. Now, she was doing no exercise at all. She didn’t think her eating habits were too good, because “I eat too little.” What she meant by that was that she often ate on the run, or in her car, because her job required her to go from place to place unpredictably. She would go to McDonald’s, because it was convenient, although she knew that wasn’t a good idea. She would snack on junk food. She was too tired to prepare healthful meals at night. When I suggested bringing non-perishable, healthier options with her in the car, she made a face. “I’ve tried that. But then I look at it and say, ‘I don’t want that today,’ and then I go to McDonald’s, because I really like McDonald’s.” When I suggested she try moving more since that’s what helped her in the past, she told me she had gotten some exercise tapes to use at home, which she did occasionally. She didn’t see having any time for more exercise than that. My attempt at motivational interviewing completely flopped — although she had come in stating she really wanted to do something about her healt and her weight, she was willing to make zero changes in her lifestyle which might promote weight loss.

The main thing about weight loss is that it is not going to happen by itself. If you make no changes, it is not going to happen. One saying at WW is, “If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always got.” The person who wants to lose weight has to recognize that it is not going to be easy and that it is going to take dogged persistence. Not giving up is key. Not suffering is also key. The goal is important, but the journey is just as important. I said that I had to constantly think about my weight, but that doesn’t mean I am miserable. On the contrary — I like my lifestyle and the way I feel. The struggle is more mental and emotional, because I am battling my demons all the time, not because I am undereating.

It is a burden and boring sometimes, but I try to make it interesting by changing the kinds of exercise routines I do, and trying new foods and new recipes. I can’t say I enjoy preparing my lunches the night before, but I love having the lunch all prepared in the morning when I am set to go off to the office. I can’t say I like getting up at 5, but I do love the way I feel after a workout. I may wish I could snack constantly on a bag of pretzels, but I prefer to have a piece of fruit, fit into all my clothes season after season, and have lots of energy. Weight management is definitely a trade-off. To do it successfully, you have to make it as appealing as possible, and you should never be “on a diet.”

Last Hurrah Before The End of Vacque

Posted by Vicki on January 5th, 2012 under Attitude, philosophy, projects
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I go back to work tomorrow. This has happened to me hundreds of times in my life, if not thousands. First there was grade school, and those long summer vacations. Then college and the even longer vacations. Come to think of it, with the exception of returning from Thanksgiving break my Freshman year at Penn, going back to classes at college was never that traumatic. I even looked forward to it. Partly because I took courses I really liked, like creative writing and acting, and I felt in my element, and maybe partly because sitting in class, I didn’t feel under that much pressure. I can’t explain it. I do know that I definitely did not like returning from breaks in med school, residency or subsequent jobs.

Interestingly, I dread the first day of work these days as well, even though I really love what I do. I think it’s because things get pretty overwhelming during the days — my schedules are packed and I am always running late, trying to catch up on all the electronic record stuff. Even a few days away from the office, even when people cover for me, leads to a big pileup of backwork. Plus, I have voluntarily put a lot more work on myself as I attempt to build this Lifestyle Program, which started essentially from scratch. I think I must be out of my mind. Or, as Max would say, batshit insane. Is that in the Urban Dictionary or did Max make it up? He prob did not make it up, I am guessing.

Of course the worst thing of all is how lazy I have been in the past week. Not only have I become a bbbbbbbfb (weight not so hot today), but I have become a lazy bfb. Until today, it had been days since I looked at my email or any work from the EHR. I am not looking forward to seeing my desk tomorrow morning, although I asked Tracey to sort through and prioritize things. I have not done so many things I thought I would like:

patient-related phone calls and work
planning a few important upcoming meetings
starting the MKSAP for my CME credits
starting to prepare talk for a spring conference
Getting a paragraph or two together to give to subspecialists who would like to refer to the Lifestyle Program
Getting food demo recipes together and I think something else
Putting together pre- and post- surveys regarding food demos
Trying to figure out ways to get more folks enrolled in our behaviorist and exercise classes.
More outreach work and more inreach work for this program, trying to have more community visibility, and other things I have in mind.
Follow ups on prior meetings
It’s hard to do this all myself, but no one else is willing, and it has to be done.

It’s like pulling teeth!

Writing thank you notes
Creating more bfb cartoons
Blogging more
Calling Mom more.

Speaking of which, I have to get back to work before dinner.