What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post was submitted by "E".
"I'm laying in my bed trying to figure out how the H I got here.
This week has been full of mediocre-ly bad news: check engine light on, need a root canal, gained even more weight, water heater pump is out and the garage flooded.
None of these things is overwhelming by its self or impossible to deal with, but all together and WHAM, it feels like too much to handle. And honestly, the one that gets me the most is the weight gain. I'm feeling pretty peeved at my body. I've always known I had angry lady parts, but in the last year I have felt the wrath.
As a 31 yo, single dame, I really love talking about hormonal issues, but seriously they are driving me nuts.
Oh sorry 'bout that, did my hair just fall out on you? That's how it effing started, a bald spot that got bigger. Is it alopecia or an thyroid? No, it's testosterone taking over my body.
I noticed the weight gain and I tried to fight it, I thought I had gotten my weight in control and I was going to win this battle. Then the hormone problems coupled with mass moves to the Arctic then back to the Midwest and now I have even more problems.
Yesterday, my doctor said (after I found out I'd gained another 5 pounds this month) that my body is currently turning everything I eat into sugar and that I have high liver levels. Coupled with high testosterone and I'm the ideal date.
Excuse me while I take one medication to make sure my hair doesn't fall out again, one to bring down my insulin levels and fingers crossed for the liver.
Here's what I want you to know: sometimes shit happens and we gain weight. Maybe sometimes we could do more about it, but other times were just tryin' make it through the day.
As I hide behind bushes and try not to make it into any family portraits while humming Hillsong and reminding myself that I can be like Kelly Clarkson and hold me head high, I'm struggling over here.
And just in case you are too, I thought I'd let you know. Shit happens, we'll be okay."
"I'm laying in my bed trying to figure out how the H I got here.
This week has been full of mediocre-ly bad news: check engine light on, need a root canal, gained even more weight, water heater pump is out and the garage flooded.
None of these things is overwhelming by its self or impossible to deal with, but all together and WHAM, it feels like too much to handle. And honestly, the one that gets me the most is the weight gain. I'm feeling pretty peeved at my body. I've always known I had angry lady parts, but in the last year I have felt the wrath.
As a 31 yo, single dame, I really love talking about hormonal issues, but seriously they are driving me nuts.
Oh sorry 'bout that, did my hair just fall out on you? That's how it effing started, a bald spot that got bigger. Is it alopecia or an thyroid? No, it's testosterone taking over my body.
I noticed the weight gain and I tried to fight it, I thought I had gotten my weight in control and I was going to win this battle. Then the hormone problems coupled with mass moves to the Arctic then back to the Midwest and now I have even more problems.
Yesterday, my doctor said (after I found out I'd gained another 5 pounds this month) that my body is currently turning everything I eat into sugar and that I have high liver levels. Coupled with high testosterone and I'm the ideal date.
Excuse me while I take one medication to make sure my hair doesn't fall out again, one to bring down my insulin levels and fingers crossed for the liver.
Here's what I want you to know: sometimes shit happens and we gain weight. Maybe sometimes we could do more about it, but other times were just tryin' make it through the day.
As I hide behind bushes and try not to make it into any family portraits while humming Hillsong and reminding myself that I can be like Kelly Clarkson and hold me head high, I'm struggling over here.
And just in case you are too, I thought I'd let you know. Shit happens, we'll be okay."
Source: What I want you to know: Shit happens, we'll be okay
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