The one thing I would change about myself is my weight. I am, in a word, obese. My lifetime struggle with weight has caught up with me and I am fat.
For people who have never struggled with their weight, the simple answer is “just quit eating so much.” It’s not that easy. I have arthritis in both knees (hereditary weakness) and hips (car accident aftermath) and a lot of weakness when walking certain distances because of a minor cardio glitch. I’m sure I could exercise better if I lost weight, but it’s this catch-22 — I can’t lose weight unless I exercise. Even then, it’s glacially slow, and I’m sure it’s only gotten worse with age.
I can’t afford Ozempic or Wegovy or one of those other miracle drugs, because weight loss is not considered a medical need. This also means I don’t qualify for bariatric surgery. The only weight loss program that doctors can offer me is a stern lecture.
I am very good at motivating myself, because I do it for my job and for writing and all my daily duties. I can’t seem to motivate myself for weight loss because it’s an impossible task. I will never get to the weight I should be; I never have been able to. And it is, at this point, my greatest wish.
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