A while back I was diagnosed with pseudo tumor cerebri, A.K.A. intercranial hypertension. A condition in which my spinal cord’s fluid wasn’t being absorbed properly in my bloodstream and was causing pressure in my skull.
I’m not sure how common this hypertension is, but it is most commonly seen in obese women (so said my doctor). But the immediate concern was troubling. As a result of the pressure in my skull, my optic nerves were swelling, and I was going blind.
I was then faced with an unpleasant call of action. Beth, you must lose the weight, or lose your vision.
I’ll spare you the story of the painstaking efforts and fast-forward to the present. Right now, I am roughly 5-10ish lbs away from being considered a normal BMI. I’ve maxed out in the resistance-levels of my exercise bike and push-ups are no longer an unbearable sh*t show.
Overall, the result is a far more useful body than before. Don’t worry, Daddy, I shoveled your snowy driveway already. Careful, Mom! Let me lift that for you!
That is enough in itself. But now I must broach the subject of looks, dear readers, and it’s a bit unsettling.
What’s that, new job offer? You’re offering me $0.50/hour more than I originally asked for?
You hesitate, Karen. What’s this? You decide now to listen to my store’s return policy?
Hello, handsome man. You think I’m pretty? What are my dinner plans? Um…
^^An honest depiction of the rewards I get from weight loss and an extremely tragic reality for when I carried extra pounds.
I’d love to discuss this further with you, my dear reader. Wherever you are in body or health, I invite you to tell me all about it in the comments section. I will most certainly reply. Perhaps we can laugh. Perhaps we can cry. If nothing else, I’m always game for a good and healthy venting. F*** you, scale! Stop lying, turkey! You don’t taste like bacon! 😖
I love you all! 😘