Tuesday, December 20, 2005
I'm not heavy
Today I had my adoption physical. After a clean bill of health, my new doctor said to me, "The only thing I would say is that you are heavier than I would like."
Huh? What's THAT supposed to mean? Well, I know what that means, but hello? This is a great time for comments, by the way! ;o)
I am not happy. The first thing I did when I got home was run a mile or so. If this gets me to shed the fertility drug weight I have, then I guess thanks, doc?
One of my dear Hannahs pointed something out that I think makes a lot of sense. After our bodies go through infertility and fail us repeatedly in that area, we expect the adoption physical to turn up something unexpected that will prevent us from adopting. My doctor telling me I am too heavy, while I know that this is not true, is construed by me as my body betraying me again. I definitely feel this way.
Sure, I'd like to shed a few pounds. Who wouldn't? I am sure I have a little extra weight from months of ingesting hormones, too. I just could have done without the weight comment at a time at which I was feeling vulnerable. Justice will prevail, however, if I keep up this exercise regimen I have taken up over the past few days with the holidays here. Where's the fudge so I can look longingly at it while I nibble on a carrot like a rabbit...
Posted by Amy T. S. at 3:32 PM