I am losing weight.
In most circles that is a very good thing and for me, I know it is a necessary thing. So why do I feel so guilty?
As you all know I started seeing a new doctor (aka “the best doctor I have ever had”) and he decided to prescribe a new drug for me to take that I didn’t know much about.
Now before you say, “But George you are a type 1 and that is a drug for use in type 2 diabetes,” you should know that my doctor explained that to me. He explained that he believes this drug will benefit me in not only helping regulate my blood glucose levels but also to lose some weight.
“Taking a drug off-label is not unethical. If it means making you better than it is the right thing to do.” When he said that I could tell he has a genuine concern for my health. It was tough to not hug him at that point because once again, I felt like I was in good hands.
Victoza is an injectable drug that I take once a day in the morning. It is helping to keep my bg’s in better control (read: glucocoaster) and curbing my appetite.
Or should I say, making me kind of sick to my stomach?
The feeling I get is sort of like heart burn. It doesn’t last long but it seems to happen right when I start thinking about food. Funny isn’t it? Anyhow, in the first two weeks I lost 7 pounds without trying and now I know I have lost more. I am going to wait until my doctor’s appointment next week to see how much but I can tell the difference.
So why the guilt? Well, I am not really doing anything. I mean, I am not working at it besides listening to my body and taking medicine. I stop eating as soon as I feel satisfied if and when I am hungry. Which is about once a day.
I think I am going to have to add in some exercise soon because I hope to not have to take this drug forever plus I need to get moving some more. Hopefully with the new house, a high of 90° today, and the swimming pool will start me off in the right direction. I love to swim so that should give me some much needed exercise.
Any weight loss is good for someone as obese as I am. I have to crush this guilt and use this head start of dropping a few “El Bee Esses” as fuel to kick off an exercise routine.
I can feel some motivation stirring inside me.