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Growing Pains

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Last week I reached a new and sobering milestone: I’m too fat for my fat pants.

I know, I know. I’m not fat. But I weigh more than I did a month ago and right now trying to put on any but yoga or fleece pants is like trying to shove a fistful of sausage into a drinking straw. It just doesn’t work. This is very depressing, not to mention potentially costly.

On Easter Sunday I attempted to squeeze myself into pair after pair of Capri pants. I watched in shock and shame as a pile of rejects grew on the bed before I finally settled on the new FP’s I’d bought a couple of weeks before. They were tight, but what choice did I have?

The amount of quad-burn I experienced after Sunday’s 5.5-mile hike didn’t do a whole lot to boost my self-confidence, either. I generally experience some stiffness and a few sore muscles after a hike, but Monday morning when I put my feet on the floor and stood up, wildfire raced through my legs with such intensity that I had to lay back down. I honestly didn’t think I was going to make it into work that day. (I did.)

It’s time to get serious, especially if I want to salvage my spring wardrobe. I like to think of myself as a healthy person; a statement that seems almost laughable when one considers I’ve been up and down on the Graves disease yo-yo for the last five years, yet is not entirely false. It’s true that I’m not the athlete I was five years ago, but I’m still fairly active. I walk every day, I go through weeks-long and sometimes months-long spurts of lifting weights and I am always stretching. I adore stretching and yoga.

Furthermore, healthy eating is almost a mania for me. (I guess that’s a bad hyperbole to use in light of the newly named eating disorder, orthorexia.)

So, then, what’s the problem? Well, it’s obviously not me or anything I’ve done, so I’ve carefully analyzed the situation and come up with my top three nemeses:

  1. Time.

Trying to cram more activity into my day is a lot like trying to stuff a fistful of sausage into a drinking straw. Oh, wait. We’ve already done that. Okay, how about this? Trying to carve out time for exercise in my day is a lot like trying to make a notch in granite with a cotton ball. It’s almost impossible. What do I cut out?

Work? Uh, sure. I’d love to, but both T and I are on my insurance policy. And with our health issues, forget it. Less coverage is not an option.

Meal preparation? Absolutely! We’ll eat McDonald’s every night. Except that might counter-balance the benefits of working out. I’m not sure or anything – just speculating here.

Walking the dog? Um. Isn’t that exercise?

Oh, I know! Doctor’s appointments! I’d love to. Believe me, I’d love to. But impractical.

That pretty much leaves blogging. kthxbai!

Just kidding. Not really willing to give that one up, either.

I’m running out of options here, so let’s move on to the next nemesis.

  1. My husband.

My husband has the world’s worst sweet tooth. He doesn’t and has never: smoked, drank alcohol, done drugs or drank coffee. However, take all the cravings a person would have if they did do any or all of those things and super-concentrate them into one massive yearning for sweets. That’s my husband.

Two of the Top Five Most-Used Phrases in our house include:

Do we have any dessert?


Can we make lava cakes tonight?

lava cakes

Lava Cakes

And I never say either of those.

The other three, in case you were wondering, are:


But I want lava cakes.


Okay. Then make them yourself.

Despite being the food-Nazi in our house, when T is around I wind up eating dessert about five times more frequently than I normally would otherwise. Clearly this is all his fault.

  1. Graves disease.

Or more specifically, the hypothyroid condition which resulted from the thyroid-blocking medication used to treat my Graves disease and which my endocrinologist insists is fine for me. This is the same condition that produces the anxiety that is the theoretical reason I end up with headaches at least two nights a week; that has me so exhausted I barely have energy to make dinner in the evenings, never mind work out; that inspires me to eat chia seeds like they are going out of style rather than coming in, just so I can take a poop; and that charitably helped me gain the weight I’m trying to lose in the first darn place!

All that being said, I realize that the ball is in my court. Even if none of this were my fault, which of course it isn’t, I still need to shorten up the reins a bit before I’m wearing skirts or sweatpants to work. And let’s face it: I would never wear a skirt to work. Sweatpants, maybe. But a skirt? Oh, heck no.

Even if I can’t revamp my schedule to include large blocks of workout time the way I would like, there are still a lot of little changes I can make. So, I sat down with a bowl of chocolate coconut ice cream and came up with the following list:

  1. Walk the dog (at least twice a day). Yes, I already walk the dog, but I do it less since T’s been home. It’s so easy when I feel tired to let him do it.
  2. Eat dessert (no more than twice a week). I tried to make this rule a while back and T and I got it down to three times a week, but never twice. I need to show a little will power here and let him eat dessert a few nights a week without me. Darn. That means I need something other than a food reward for a crappy day. Any suggestions?
  3. Define dessert. Does fruit count as dessert? I’m thinking if I eat smaller portions at dinner, a fruit-based dessert (such as a few dates or chia pudding with fruit) might be okay. Hm. I’ll have to think about that. I’m leaning towards no and cup of tea instead (which incidentally does wonders to curb the craving for sweets).
  4. Eat out (no more than once a week). My husband likes to go out to eat. I do, too, but I get tired of it quickly. Most of the time I’d much prefer to eat at home where I can prepare a meal that I know is healthy. I also like knowing what’s in my food. Call me crazy. However, T doesn’t cook. He also doesn’t eat cold food (except for the occasional Subway sandwich). So, if I don’t feel like cooking or am too tired, his solution is to automatically parrot, “Let’s go out to eat.” No, Polly. I don’t want to!
  5. Stop eating peanut butter.
  1. Eat more vegetables. Brilliant, right? But it’s not what you think. See, I estimate that I already get between six and eight servings of fruits and vegetables per day. The problem is that I’m not too creative with my snacks. When I’m at work, a snack is fruit and some form of nuts (unsalted cashews or peanut butter). If I replaced this with vegetables and bean or avocado dip, I could cut out a chunk of sugar (fructose) and a bunch of calories.
  2. Stop eating like an athlete. When I was running five days a week I ate whatever I wanted – not junk, but portion-wise. I don’t run anymore, but I’ve not really adjusted my food consumption so well.
  3. Take the stairs (at least nine times a week). I work on the fifth floor and usually take the stairs, but a few more times a week wouldn’t hurt. Nine seems like a good number considering I’m only in the office three days a week. It would be a good break from sitting at my desk.
  4. Stretch at work (once an hour). This includes anytime I’m sitting in front of the computer. It’s amazing how fast an hour can go by, but getting up to do a few stretches makes a huge difference in how I feel by the end of the day.
  5. Use resistance bands (twice a day). My chiropractor recommended that I do several sets of rows daily with the bands. I’m not great at remembering this at home, so I brought a band to work and have it tied around a post in my cubicle. Yeah, I get some funny looks, but oh well. It only takes about a minute to do a set or two.
  6. Use the far-away kitchen. We have two kitchens on my floor at work. I could use the one on the opposite side of the building. Hey, every little bit helps, right?
  7. Strength train (at least three times per week). I’m going to give myself a break here and define this real loosely. Considering my schedule and energy levels, even if I do Pilates, yoga or just ten minutes with weights or resistance bands, I’m going to count it. Normally I wouldn’t, but I think in this case, I need to start here. Otherwise I’ll get discouraged and say, well…something not very nice.
  8. Hike (at least twice a month). Nothing burns more calories than backpacking. Nothing. Besides, I love it.

I’m sure I’ll be adding, revising and reassessing as I go, but this is my starting point.

How about you? What little changes do you make to improve your health or lose weight? I’m all ears! (Actually, right now I’m all butt, thighs and stomach but please share anyway.)

How Low Can I Go?

Now…where were we with this Graves disease thing? Ah, yes. A few weeks ago I reported out on how I did with the list from my naturopathic doctor. In that post I had seen my conventional doctor and he’d started me on propylthiouracl to inhibit my thyroid production and ordered blood tests for two weeks later.

I also said I’d share my lab results “tomorrow”.

And if by “tomorrow” I meant “almost three weeks later”, then I wasn’t lying.


Lab #1

Two weeks after I started the meds, I went to the lab to get my blood drawn. Because we all know how I love to go to the lab to get my blood drawn.

The results were ready the next day:

T4: 1.21 (normal range: 0.90 – 1.70)

TSH: so low it was immeasurable (normal range: 0.27 – 4.20)

Not too bad. Actually, my T4 was slightly lower than I would like to see it. I feel best when I’m in the mid to high range, which would be 1.30 – 1.70. I could live with 1.21, but my fear was that it would continue to drop.

I have reason to fear this as, historically, this is the rollercoaster I’ve been on with these meds.

Lab #2

Four weeks after the first lab, I went for another blood test. For a couple weeks prior I had been noticing my “I’m low” signs: exhaustion, depression and listlessness.

So I wasn’t surprised when the results came back looking like this:

T4: 0.92 (normal range: 0.90 – 1.70)

TSH: 0.03 (normal range: 0.27 – 4.20)

In fact, I was a little relieved. I always think I’m crazy (or weak) first and sick second. When I get hard and fast numbers to back me up, then I can be sick with a clear conscience. My T4 was almost as low as it could be while still considered “normal”. My TSH was climbing – or crawling, rather, like a half-dead worm left out in the sun – into the measurable zone.

Yay! Oh, wait. Is that good? I have no idea. I had the following conversation with the nurse when she called to give me the results:

Nurse: And your TSH is 0.03, so that’s coming back up. Everything looks good, so no changes to the medication and we’ll do this again in four weeks.

(My stomach droops with disappointment here. Seems my plea to stay in the mid-range has fallen on deaf ears – again.)

Me: So my TSH is coming back up. Is that why he [the doctor] wants to keep me on the low side of normal?

Nurse: Yes. Why, are you experiencing symptoms?

Me: Yes. When my levels are low I get tired and depressed and it starts to cause some problems for me.

Nurse: Okay, well I’ll tell him what you’re feeling and if he wants to make any changes, I’ll give you a call back.

Me: Okay, great. Thanks.

(I hang up the phone and fight back the tears because I know she isn’t going to call back.)

And she didn’t.

I was left to figure out a few things on my own. For instance, why do we want the TSH to come up? Remember, the TSH is the pituitary hormone that tells the thyroid to create more thyroid hormone. A lot of folks use the “heater analogy”. The TSH is the thermostat and the thyroid is the furnace. When the furnace (thyroid) starts working overtime and the room gets too hot, the thermostat (TSH) says, Whoa! Throttle back, there, Skippy! Or words to that effect. And the furnace stops cranking so hard. My house is so hot that my thermostat was basically turned to Off, but the furnace was still cranking.

So, why do we want to turn the thermostat back on again? Won’t that just make things hotter in my house? (Uh, perhaps I should re-phrase that. Whatever, you know what I mean.)

I’m confused.

My husband pointed out that maybe the doctor wants the thyroid to make enough hormone to be in the normal range while it is on the blocker. Oo! Valid point.

But my husband’s not a doctor. He doesn’t even play one on TV. I’d really like to hear this kind of thing from my doctor. Unfortunately I’m a sucky self-advocate. I can never think of these questions while I’m on the phone (I hate the phone with a fiery, furnace-y passion) and I’m too timid to call the nurse back later because I feel like I’m bothering her.

I know. It’s stupid. I’m the customer and I’m paying them money. But I’m better at passive-aggressive ignoring of orders. I’ve been known to stop taking the medication on my own because I was so miserable. I’m not above doing it again, but considering the TTC situation, I’m trying really hard to figure this all out and get to a place where I’m on the lowest possible dose to maintain the most ideal thyroid level.

It’s not been easy.

I’ve thought about finding a reproductive endocrinologist, but quite frankly every time I start to research it online I get confused, overwhelmed and depressed. How do you find a good doctor when no one can seem to give you a referral? By the number of stars they have next to their name on an internet search? Oh boy! Six people gave Dr. So-and-So five stars! That is the perfect reason to make an appointment. Except that Dr. So-and-So probably had six friends go online and rate him. Yeah, that’s how those things work. So, not so much.

What now? Well, I’ve since received my “orders” in the mail for the next blood draw. (Because we all know how I love to go to the lab to get my blood drawn.) I almost cried with relief when I opened them because I’m praying that my T4 furnace will now be “below normal” and the doctor will finally reduce the meds.

I’m tired of being tired and lead-legged. I hate feeling like life is just a senseless merry-go-round of work-sleep-work. And I’ve gained 5 pounds.

Yes, 5 pounds. I know that’s not a huge amount, but it’s more than enough for me. Before you give me any grief, let me say that 5 pounds puts me in a place where clothes start to feel tight and uncomfortable. I don’t do uncomfortable. And I don’t gain weight. I walk an average of three miles a day. I do strength training. People at work hide their lunches in shame when they see me coming to the kitchen. My husband and I eat dessert only two (okay, three) nights a week.

There is no reason on this Earth – other than my thyroid levels – why I should be gaining weight. And that just sucks. Because losing weight is not easy. Because I don’t feel it necessary to spend money on a whole new wardrobe because my doctor thinks my TSH should be higher.

So, yeah. I’m complaining about five pounds.

Anyway, I’ll go to the lab this week, which will be about four weeks since my last test.

In the meantime, I also saw my OB/GYN who gave me a preliminary good bill of health on my plumbing. The next step is more blood tests (because we all know how I love to go to the lab to get my blood drawn), to be done on Day 3 of my cycle – or Day 4 if Day 3 falls on a Sunday.

Since my cycle has ever been accommodating – did I mention I got my period the day my husband came home on leave from his Iraq deployment? – it made a grand appearance on Friday, which means two things:

1. I’m not pregnant. (Duh.)


2. Day 3 falls on a Sunday.

The good news is that I can do both blood draws on Monday, so I only have to go to the lab once. Hey – I’ll take it.

Oh, and I found another lab to go to that, location-wise, is just as convenient as the old one. Aren’t you proud of me? So that should be an interesting adventure. I’ll be sure to give it my critique once I’ve been.

I just hope I don’t need a blue card, because my old one has expired.

Stupid blue cards.