Monday, April 5, 2010

Doctor, Doctor.

In addition to providing me with much-needed hormone therapy, the doctor at the health center also gave me an ugly number: 2-3 hours.

See, my stupid body does not digest food. It forgot how at some point in my early 20s. As such, it stores everything, and I easily gain weight even when I'm eating healthier foods and smaller portions than my skinny counterparts. Seriously. So, since I can't turn calories into energy and just end up storing them, the number I'm given is 2-3. Hours. While a normal person can burn a healthy amount of calories in 30 minutes of exercise per day... I have to exercise 2-3 HOURS per day. Today was the first day. I'm starting with 2 hours, 3 times per week and am going to build up from there. I used my inhalor before I left, and miraculously haven't had any breathing problems. I feel pretty good. However, a lifetime of planning my days around 3 hour gym sessions does NOT make me happy.


  1. You have a blog! I didn't know you had a blog. I just read the entire thing, start to finish. :-)

  2. Aww, Thanks Foxy! It's turned into a bit of a bitchfest lately, but that's how I get when I'm all stressed. :(