The ever hysterical Jack Sh*t is challenging us to a half-pound duel. His challenge went out yesterday: lose a whopping half-pound in one week! The audacity of it!
I love reading Jack's blog because he puts a really funny spin on weight loss. He's not Mr. Yeah Hooray today and Mr. Doom and Gloom tomorrow, depending on what the scale says. I like that man.
But Jack's got me feeling a little, wee tiny bit bad about myself.
When first I started this blog, I wrote about myself and my personal struggles. Then, I started moving into more philosophical terrain--food and society, attitudes toward health, food, goodness, badness. I like the idea of discussing the big questions rather than beating myself up about what I ate, or even celebrating that hard-lost pound, yet here I am, talking about Jack's challenge and how it's sort of shaken me up.
I am not taking the challenge, at least not this week. I am quite sure that I have gained at least a kilo over the last few weeks but I have made a pact with myself not to get on the scale for at least another week.
For the past 2 years or so, I have been using a bio-identical progesterone cream, under a doctor's supervision. However, recently, I started questioning the results of the twice yearly blood tests, especially since a saliva test (suggested by my naturopath) to measure my hormones came up with some numbers that were the exact opposite of what the doctor was telling me. I just wasn't feeling good about this doctor anymore and in the meantime, my periods started going crazy--I was having one every two weeks!
So I trundled off to my GP, who recommended that I get off the cream and let my body go back to its natural hormone levels. I feel much relieved to be doing this. There is much to be said for bio-identical creams, but if you don't feel right about the doctor, it's not going to work out. Unfortunately, I believe that the doctor I was seeing is the only one in town who prescribes such creams. Hopefully, I'll be able to find another one eventually whom I really feel I can trust.
It's now been 27 days since my last period, so something might happen in the next few days. For now, I just don't know. If I am going to get my period, this is definitely not the time to be weighing myself. God knows how much water I could be retaining.
A little voice inside me is saying that all this breast-beating might just be the hormones talking...
So Jack, forgive me if I don't take up the challenge and everyone, thanks for listening.
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