Warning: Wendy Whiner's got nothing on me

I finally got through to my doctor and scheduled an appointment for first thing Monday morning. At least if he wants to do blood work, I will already be fasting. After almost four months of walking four or five days a week, with a couple of those months walking at least an hour a day, I had only lost six pounds. Almost two weeks ago, I started the belly dance class with Lisa and am working out with a DVD every day. Ironically, I seemed to have picked back up two of those pounds. It is infuriating. I have to ask my doctor to try adjusting my medication. This is just so annoying.

Please, don't tell me about muscle weighing more than fat. I could live with that. It would be fine if my clothes were fitting better. That way I could ignore the scale, but that has not happened. I don't over eat, but I don't diet anymore, because I was always undereating, which is bad for you too. I don't eat junk food for the most part, because I don't bring it into the house. If I eat garbage, it is one day a week, when we go out somewhere with a buffet. I avoid sugar, refined flour and partially hydrogenated oils. I eat whole foods, I am a good cook, I take supplements, I drink very little diet soda (only a few TaBs a week these days), I drink a ton of water, I eat no sugar added yogurt, high protein fiber cereal, low GI fruit, and yet, I am the same size as I was when I ate as much of anything as I wanted and spent the whole day seated in front of a computer.

I know it is my metabolism and my damaged thyroid, but that really does not make it any more tolerable. Well, it is a big plus that I feel better and probably won't keel over with a heart attack, but I really wish I could get back into my cute clothes from just a few years ago. It is just such a pain in my tuchus! Oh, well, maybe I will get lucky and a change in meds will make a difference.