Saturday, June 18, 2005
Good News?
Before I get to the serious news of the day, I just had to comment on this morning's odd "interview" I attended. I had responded to this cryptic listing and set up an interview this morning. I showed up and was surprised to discover the address is a beauty salon. Huh? I went inside where I saw plenty of chairs and mirrors but no work being done. I handed my resume to the man at the desk who advised me to "sit by the window." I noticed some beautiful people sitting on a sofa nowhere near the window but I complied. A minute or two later a woman came over who told me they would review my resume and call me back for "training." She made it clear that she had not read my resume. And that was it. I'd say "Fastest. Interview. Ever." but I have a nagging suspicion that I was getting the big brush-off. I'm not an ugly man but I'm not beautiful. Not in a million years.
The big news (see? titles can be relevant!) of the day came at the doctor's office. I was eager to hear the results from my various tests which cost me a lot of bodily fluids (and god knows how much money). It turns out I don't have Cushing's at all, I'm just overweight. In fact, the only truly unusual internal condition was my low testosterone level. So to sum up:
The doctor was quite clear in telling me that I should be "happy" I don't have Cushing's, so I guess this is good news. But Cushing's would help account for my steady weight gain over time. Now it's apparently just my own doing. That makes me feel worse than ever about my physical appearance. I was hoping for some alternate explanation, some other source I point a finger at and say, "Ah HA! That's why I couldn't get in shape!" Nope, I'm just another fatso. Oh yeah, the doctor is confident that my skin inflammations are not related to any endocrine levels. So that mystery is still on the table as my symptoms continue to reappear each day.
Normally I would eat a pizza to feel better here, but that's obviously out of the question. Dammit, I need a vice that sheds pounds! I hate needles so Vitamin H is out, and I need my teeth so no rocks either. Vomiting makes the blood vessels in my huge face burst so bulimia won't work either. Suggestions are welcome.
The big news (see? titles can be relevant!) of the day came at the doctor's office. I was eager to hear the results from my various tests which cost me a lot of bodily fluids (and god knows how much money). It turns out I don't have Cushing's at all, I'm just overweight. In fact, the only truly unusual internal condition was my low testosterone level. So to sum up:
- I'm fat.
- I'm not very masculine, either.
The doctor was quite clear in telling me that I should be "happy" I don't have Cushing's, so I guess this is good news. But Cushing's would help account for my steady weight gain over time. Now it's apparently just my own doing. That makes me feel worse than ever about my physical appearance. I was hoping for some alternate explanation, some other source I point a finger at and say, "Ah HA! That's why I couldn't get in shape!" Nope, I'm just another fatso. Oh yeah, the doctor is confident that my skin inflammations are not related to any endocrine levels. So that mystery is still on the table as my symptoms continue to reappear each day.
Normally I would eat a pizza to feel better here, but that's obviously out of the question. Dammit, I need a vice that sheds pounds! I hate needles so Vitamin H is out, and I need my teeth so no rocks either. Vomiting makes the blood vessels in my huge face burst so bulimia won't work either. Suggestions are welcome.
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I guess it's a good thing the interview was short. I've had 6 hour interviews and then didn't get the m@#$ f#$@# job.
you could eat toilet paper like kate moss with a side of laxative. I think it doesn't matter what you look like as long as you aren't vomitting up toilet paper and extra strength laxative. that means you still have your dignity and self respect unlike most pill popping speed snorting anorexic people I know. am i right? yes.
you could eat toilet paper like kate moss with a side of laxative. I think it doesn't matter what you look like as long as you aren't vomitting up toilet paper and extra strength laxative. that means you still have your dignity and self respect unlike most pill popping speed snorting anorexic people I know. am i right? yes.
fall in love then get dumped, instant weight loss program....well it worked for me anyway.
My birthday isn't a big deal and I'll only be 29 this year. The # doesn't bother me, it's the lack of motivation, see I have no goals. That sucks.
My birthday isn't a big deal and I'll only be 29 this year. The # doesn't bother me, it's the lack of motivation, see I have no goals. That sucks.
jin - where I do get this "dignity" and "self-respect" I hear so much about?
sunshine - I've been dumped before (big time) but it didn't spark any fitness/self-improvement urges, only self-destructive ones. But, like Gloria Gaynor, I survived.
sunshine - I've been dumped before (big time) but it didn't spark any fitness/self-improvement urges, only self-destructive ones. But, like Gloria Gaynor, I survived.
I can recommend a vice that keeps you from eating. ( :-)lol!) And by the way, low testosterone makes it difficult to lose weight along with loss of muscle and increased fat storage. Then, less muscle, less testosterone. (so even if it's your "fault" for eating a lot, it sounds like your body got caughtin a vicious cycle). Good luck with all that!
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