I had been putting off going to the doctor. When I go, I always get the talk about my weight, and when I’m on my heavier side that talk is always a downer. Also, I’m convinced I have a blood pressure problem when I’m heavier – and I stupidly don’t want medicine. Even though that medicine might add years to my life.
<sigh>
Anyway – I decided to get real and go to the doctor. I have access to some of the best medical care in the world, and early detection and diagnosis is the key to surviving most survivable things. There is no excuse.
My appointment this morning went well. Blood pressure 126/72, which I’ll definitely take, and a heart rate of 58. This was my initial visit with this doctor, and he told me I had an athlete’s look and, after he listened to my heart, told me it was slow like an athlete – which is a good thing. He ordered blood work, and we’ll do a complete physical in a couple of months.
My insurance requires me to go through a 3rd-party lab for the blood work, so he gave me that paperwork, and near the bottom, under the panel of tests he is ordering, is a section for “Diagnosis”. Mine reads:
E66.01: Morbid (severe) obesity due to excess calories
Now, I knew that I was considered medically morbidly obese. But, I don’t feel that way (particularly after my WOD this morning), and there is a difference between knowing something is true and seeing it as an official diagnosis on a medical form.
If the first step is admitting you have a problem, then, Hi – my name is Matthew, and I am morbidly obese due to excess calories.
But I’m not as obese as I was three months ago. And I’m a hell of a lot more obese than I’ll be six months from now.
Onward!
A Constant State of Hunger 