I Think I Need a Therapist

This morning my mind is occupied with something other than a Friday Counseling Issues Post.

First, for the second time this week I was rudely awakened by machines. Three days ago, around 3 a.m., I heard a very unpleasant, rhythmic bleepbleepbleep, unrelenting and loud. I stumbled out of bed and followed my ears (there’s a visual for you) to the living room, where my cell phone was guilty of the racket. Somehow or other, the alarm had been set.

I didn’t do it. Not on purpose. I have no idea how it happened. Mumblegrump. Shuffled back to bed but didn’t sleep soundly. Had to be up at six.

Last night, I was in a blissful sleep coma when once again I hear beepbeepbeepbeep, high-pitched, unrelenting, and annoying.  I considered finding a hammer.

It was our microwave.  It has a “reminder” feature on it that I’ve never used. Terry had mentioned last night that he’d accidentally bumped it, but thought he had it turned off.

Apparently not.  I informed him this morning that if he ever does that again I WILL wake him up and he will be assigned to the doghouse for an indefinite period of time.  Grrrrrrrgrumblemump. What really ticks me off is the way he snorts and chortles when I threaten him with dire consequences. He is not properly respectful of my powers.

But now to get to the real thorn under my saddle.  I finally waved the white flag of surrender with my doctor and volunteered to see a dietician.  I’ve made a concerted effort for the last five months to drop some flab, and have gotten exactly nowhere. My doctor is delighted, as if she thinks the dietician has a magic wand that melts fat.

Thing is, it’s not that I don’t know WHAT to do.  I just don’t WANT to do it. I’ve eaten piles—yea, verily, MOUNTAINS of salad in my lifetime, and I’m still fat.  I hate being fat. Hate it with a passion. I’ve done every diet known to mankind, and a few that aren’t.  I’ve lost lots of weight over the years, gained it all back and then some when I go back to eating like a normal person.  What really bugs me is that I’m married to Jack Sprat.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat; his wife could eat no lean. And so, between the two, they licked the platter clean.

So this morning I’m going to pay someone to tell me what I already know. What I’m hoping is that having one-to-one accountabiity will help me stay on the straight-and-narrow. And my doc says this woman has lots of great ideas that I may never have thought about.

Here I go again.


21 thoughts on “I Think I Need a Therapist

  1. Frank

    I go to a dietitian (sp). Great advice, eat smaller portions and exercise more. And I paid money to hear what I already knew and don’t do. Good luck Linda, I’ll be praying for you. Actually I didn’t have to pay for the one hour advice, I’m diabetic and Medicare pays. See her again next month, dropped only four or five pounds in last two months by at least headed in the right direction.

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    1. I’m diabetic as well, Frank, so you’re right–Medicare and Tricare will cover the expense. Still. And exercise is a little problematic for me with my back issues. Even walking a short distance causes discomfort. I know I need to just keep working at it.

      I appreciate your understanding and your prayers, Frank. Thanks.


  2. Linda Fode

    I’m sure you are my sister from another mister. We ‘ LINDA s’ are so similar- in both our passions & our problems. I love your outrageous sense of humour. I’m beginning the weight battle for at least the 100th time. I live with. Jack Sprat who,never takes my threats seriously.

    Anyway keep writing- keep laughing & maybe we can connect personally soon.

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    1. Linda, is it something in the water? The air? Our name? WHAT?? Well, the dietician was very nice, and wisely refrained from asking me to weight, measure and log every ounce of food I consume. I’m so sick of that. Just good info, especially about carbs, and come back and see her in 3 weeks. ANd try swimming for exercise, which I love to do but have resisted because it’s so time-consuming. We’ll see.


    1. Nothing really new this morning, but I don’t see how there could be. I’ve been here so often before. Good information about carbs and how to understand labels regarding carb numbers. She was very understanding, even when I told her how sick to death I am of having to monitor everything I put into my mouth. Really sick of it. Really.


      1. I had slowly been gaining weight for years. I finally got sick or it and went to a “crunchy doctor”, as my daughter calls them, in August 2013. I had blood drawn the day before The Accident.

        Two weeks later I went in for results. He found my hormone levels and lots of other keel in the very low normal range. He suggested some supplements, vitamins, and diet changes.

        Plus he told me to be sure to take the low dose sleep aid given me by my family doctor. Sleep during grief is vital to recovery.

        Anyway, I started taking the supplements and vitamins he recommended, I had a friend walk with me to help me get out of my weeping chair, and Ron encouraged me to go to yoga and cycling with him. I’ve lost thirty pounds in two years.

        Slow and steady…until I hit a plateau. I can’t seem to get past my current weight. It is frustrating!

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      2. No, it wasn’t .

        I knew exercise and diet alone wasn’t going to fix it. I’d tried that. The right supplements have made a huge difference. And the doc I went to doesn’t sell them. He gave me a list and sent he to the drug store and health food store.

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  3. Hey granonine. I hear you and I know exactly what you mean. I have always had trouble with my weight. Up and down just like most of the people like us. I try to eat right more than not and try to maintain enough movement in my life to stay healthy. I have come to the conclusion that I will never be the little skinny guy on the bicycle but I will not be the guy on the side of the road watching him either. I will be out there with my big body and a big smile enjoying my life just the way that I was meant to. Hang in there. Do life don’t let it do you.
    Tony R

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    1. The good news is that I’ve lost 13 pounds as of this morning. Dietician showed me how to count carbs, and that’s all I’ve been doing–plus swimming twice a week. No recording every bite I eat, no counting calories. Just tracking carbs. Amazing. So it was worth paying her 🙂


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