Trust Your Gut is a series of stories about real people with weight issues, and complications arising from those issues. It will explain what the person is facing, what their options are, what they have decided to do to take action, and why they chose the path they are on. Each person’s story will be based on truth, so it won’t all be happy, but it will be real. The goal of this series is to get people talking about options that are available for people who have weight issues, on either end of the scale. If you would like to contribute to this series, there is a contact form linked on my Homepage for this blog. I know there are people out there that want to help people like them; as I do.
The names here may or may not reflect the person’s real name. If someone wants to remain unknown, we will choose a different name for that person’s story. The goal is to help people, and anonymity is a valid personal choice for contributors. I will use a person’s name only if they give permission to do so.
This week I am pleased to share another of my own stories.
Here is Trust Your Gut: Tish’s Story; Part 33
Insulation. Fat. I have it in abundance. Someone might think that it would result in me being warm all of the time. That is not true.
Circulation. Normally, if you have normal circulation, all that warm lovely blood pumping in abundance in your veins keeps you from being cold.
Diabetes. The chronic condition that I live with every day. Making it difficult to do a lot of normal things, like staying warm.
What do I do to combat being cold? Layers. Yeah, that’s what the morbidly obese person needs to do to keep warm. Put on layers. Make yourself appear larger than you actually are. Brilliant.
A friend told me that I should try wearing a scarf, especially when I started cutting my hair short. I have one I wear a lot. It is the first scarf that I knit for myself. It does help.
If I get up and move around, it helps. Can’t do that at work. So I layer up. I do stand up from time to time and get breaks. But sitting still for seven hours a day in a generally cold office means I have to take my own comfort control.
I have been cleaning. I unburied the bathroom scale, and am scared to step on it. I fear the worst. It is taking me away from the computer and writing, a bit. It is also a form of “I am not sitting down I am up and moving around so it counts as exercise.
I went back to Zumba. I got 4800 steps last night. That is good.
It has been a long two weeks, and I am up too late again, this time with very little inspiration. So, I will keep on working on me, my house and my writing.
I think I have hit a metaphorical wall. There is only one thing left to do. Get back up and try again tomorrow.
My husband used to freeze me to death with the air conditioner because he liked it so cold. Now he is diabetic and about smothers me to death turning the heat up. Especially since my own biological clock says ‘hot flash’. It is very difficult to stay comfortable but as we age temperature control goes out the window. Doesn’t matter what the thermostat says, we freeze and fry all the time. Layers are good though.
I prefer the colder temperatures for sleeping. I almost gave us both hypothermia in the summer with my waterbed one year. I had to relent and turn up the temperature that time. It was too cold. I can be either way for sleeping. I am cold more often than not lately.