Okay, I get it. The physical changes in me are becoming quite readily apparent to anyone who's really looked at me. It took me an hour to negotiate getting from the doctors lounge at the hospital to my office this morning because of it.
I arrived with the intention of a light breakfast & checking email while I ate. Instead, a former call partner, the ex-father-in-law of my primary care provider, took a hard look at me over his glasses and proceeded to quiz me about what I'm doing & how I'm achieving the change. I wound up explaining how I discovery my celiac disease, the challenge of eliminating wheat/gluten, what I'm doing for exercise, the remission of my arthritis and psoriasis, etc., etc., etc. Our chat was also punctuated by a discussion about various medical strategies for weight-loss including drugs and surgery, what long-term data is out there, & relative success rates. Over the course of conversation we were joined by no fewer than five other colleagues, all of them taking note of the changes in me, & all of whom invariably seem to look at me over their glasses.
After half an hour, I was finally able to sit down alone to eat, though not before an internist colleague took a look at my plate and posited, "hmm, Paleo diet," before wandering off to go do rounds. Then my primary care provider of came walking in, Took one look at me and went, "damn you look good!" I responded, "flattery will get you everywhere!" She's been one of my biggest boosters and her reframing some of the challenges I've had to face has been helpful.
When I was finally walking to my car, I came across one of the sisters. Now the hospital's a Catholic institution, though I'm not sure this point exactly what the relationship is to the order of nuns that started it. In any event this particular sister, an older Irish immigrant with a rather thick brogue, also has had her eyes on me. About a year ago, uninvited, she came to me and told me what my problem was, namely that I eat too much. I think her then for her concern as graciously as I could. My interaction with her this morning was much more positive. It started with, "Lord be praised, Doctor! You look wonderful! How much have you lost?" My interaction with her went 15 minutes this morning, starting with the issue of my arthritis, now in remission. When I explained how much easier it is for me to move now, she noted that she'd seen me walking in the neighborhood and was quite impressed with how well and how easily I now move. She then quizzed me for my impression of the anti inflammatory benefits of tumeric. Our conversation ended with her saying, "Lord be praised Doctor. I'm grateful to see you figured it out."
I did two loads of laundry last night and I'm now finally wearing some of the things found than the depths of my closet. Ah, the joys of having a dryer that works again!
I finally found where some of my 48s were hiding this weekend, I now have 1/2 dozen pair of pants to wear that fit! These jeans are 48s that haven't seen the light of day in easily eight years. I love the shade, as well as the quality of Land's End. The shirt, same maker, is a 3X, found in closet excavation this weekend as well. Since I was going through and wearing clothes not worn in a long time, I rounded out today's ensemble with an old pair of snake-skin boots.