I’m having a minor disagreement with my scale, it says I weigh more than I want to. It’s a problem a lot of women have, I just have it for a different reason. With congestive heart failure comes water retention and I fought that battle for several years. Now with a new heart the battle continues. Not to the same degree, but it lingers just a bit, enough to make me hate stepping on the scale every morning.
For all intents and purposes I’m “dry” according to the doctors, however the scale would argue otherwise. I don’t eat enough to maintain this weight; my medication knocks out my appetite. And the food I do eat is healthy, so, I’m not eating a gallon of Rocky Road every night. Unfortunately, a touch of anemia has left me a little tired the last several weeks and I haven’t been getting as much exercise as I’d like. Regardless, I’m tired of the extra pounds and would love for them to disappear.
There really isn’t anything that can be done about it right now. I’m still on that vile drug, Prednisone, and it causes your mind and body to behave in the most strange ways. Among a variety of awful side effects, “changes in the way fat is distributed in the body” is one of them. Now if the fat could be distributed to my rear end maybe I wouldn’t complain so much! I know my weight isn’t permanent, it’s just uncomfortable.
There’s a possibility I may own only one size of jeans in the future, but for now I’ll keep a variety of sizes just in case.