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Post-Op Week 104: My Genes Suck

Posted on July 5, 2015 | 2 comments

The biology nerd in me did some digging into my 23andMe data. Here’s what I learned about the snps in my FTO gene. Plain and simple: I have the mutation in this one snp that predisposes me to both severe obesity and type 2 diabetes. Awesome.

I’m fighting a battle that I will never truly win, and that I’m going to be stuck fighting the rest of my life. I’ve done a shitty job of taking care of myself for the past 8 months. I acknowledge this. I have finally gotten to the point where I am tired of my own bullshit, and I’m tired of letting Fat Girl win. I’m ready to get me back to feeling good and healthy (despite all my orthopedic maladies, two of whichhave popped up since my surgery 2 years ago).

I return home next week, and I’ve got a plan in place to reclaim my health. I owe it to me to put Fat Girl in her place and make her see that once and for all, I deserve to be healthy, happy, and comfortable in my own skin.

The smile is deceptive. Happy but not with how I look.

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Hunger: It’s Not All in Your Head and The Daily Bite

Posted on August 7, 2013 | Leave a comment

Today’s food choices:

Today’s food choices, from upper left: homemade lettuce wrap filling x3; 12 ounces Isopure Zero Carb; multivitamin and calcium supplements x2. I forgot to snap a photo of the homemade BBQ turkey meatballs I made and ate as a snack. 😦
Today’s food was not exciting as we are getting ready to go out of town, and I wanted to make a dent in the lettuce wrap filling so that it wouldn’t go bad while we were away. I’ll finish the last of it tomorrow morning–there is one serving left.

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed. –Homer

You’re damn right, hunger is insolent. Hunger is like a spoiled child who acts out until he gets his way. Hunger, whether perceived or real, is what drives us to eat–many times past the point of satisfaction to the realm of uncomfortably full. You know the kind of fullness I’m talking about too–the kind that forces you to sit up a bit straighter, maybe loosen your belt a bit and remain still for a while.

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