Gains… and desperately worrying losses

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Life is a bitch and this is why: while I am trying, very hard, and with painfully slow success to lose weight, my son is also losing weight. Except that he’s not trying. He’s trying to do the opposite in fact. His weight is now so low that I wonder if he can come back from this.

I lie awake at night worrying, worrying, worrying. It all started with the hideous bug Mycobacterium Abscessus which he started growing about 4 years ago. At first he kept on top of it – ish. Then, as more and more drugs have been tried to get rid of it my son has become more and more nauseous. The side effects of these very powerful antibiotics are bloody awful. The jury is still out as to which is worse – the symptoms of the illness or the side-effects of the medication. And worse still, there is no guarantee the medication will work and it often doesn’t. In my son’s case it hasn’t.

But still we try. Meanwhile A gets thinner and thinner and now just looks so ill and is a bag of bones. I literally cannot bear to look at him. He is in hospital now. Partly routine, he has to go in for IV antibiotics about every 4 or 5 months, but partly because I actually can’t cope with his being at home. I cannot watch him not eat. He won’t be here in 6 months’ time if he doesn’t put on weight.

There is hope. He has agreed to have a gastrostomy tube fitted so that he can be fed overnight straight into his stomach. But even that’s not straightforward. The operation itself, although a very simple one, could cause an infection which in turn could lead to sepsis because A has exhausted every single antibiotic there is. Once the peg is fitted he could still feel very sick and be unable to tolerate overnight feeds.

If someone had told me when I was younger that of the three children I would give birth to two of them would end up being tube fed for entirely different reasons I would a) never have believed them, and b) made sure contraception going forward was ultra robust. Almost worse than your child dying is watching your child suffer I think. I still have nightmares about the suffering my eldest child endured before his death.

But, this blog is supposed to be about my dietary successes or failures so, moving on: I am doing pretty well! In fact, I think trying to lose weight and doing exercise are a distraction from the pain going on around me in the rest of my life. I dread to think what I would be like now if I was going through this but still very fat and miserable about that too. Hideous.

I have now lost 18 kilos. Yes! 39.6lbs! I am two-thirds of the way there. My breasts are still massive unfortunately. I veer on a daily basis between deciding I definitely am going to have them reduced in size by a kindly surgeon to deciding that they’re not actually that bad (I have now discovered I am a 36GG not a 42DD so yes they are that bad) and it would be a complete waste of £6000 plus the recovery time, the scars etc, etc. Currently I’m thinking not to have it done.

They do really get in the way when I exercise though and being the age I am they are more like large Spaniel’s ears when I’m not wearing a bra rather than buoyant and sexy orbs. It’s not a good look. My breasts alone in a way are what incentivises me to keep going. If you are genetically pre-disposed to store a lot of fat in your breasts, which I clearly am, then the body will hold on to that fat until it has no choice. So in other words if you have large breasts then that area will be the first to get bigger if you gain weight and the last area to get smaller if you lose weight. If you have small breasts then the opposite is true. So… if I lost more weight would my breasts then get smaller? Properly smaller? It would be fantastic if they did so I’m going to give it my best shot. Though as I’m losing about a pound a month by the time I’ve lost the requisite amount of weight to make a difference I will probably be 87 and past caring.

3 thoughts on “Gains… and desperately worrying losses

  1. brjourney2017 October 30, 2017 / 1:19 pm

    Hang in there sweets. First off – major hugs to you and your son on his condition. I really hope he feels better and starts to gain weight with his condition.

    Second off – You hang in there with your weight loss. It takes time – trust me. I know first hand. I’m currently a 42DDD/E and regardless of how much weight I lose, I do not lose cup size. Why? Because the swing so low they are near my belly button – really WOW. And like you said, is that really attractive? And they are painful when not wearing a bra. My breast surgery is scheduled next Wednesday 11/8/2017. After many, MANY of years of wanting to do this, I’m doing it. I want the va-va-voom breasts. Smaller, perkier – something that will pick up my self esteem AND help me to exercise. Currently there is no way I can run or cycle. Let alone, let’s not talk about the other problems I have associated with these bad girls. So my friend, stay with it! I waited all of my life to do this. Hang in there ❤

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    • Caitlin October 30, 2017 / 7:26 pm

      Thanks for replying! And good luck with your op. I’d love to know how it goes. I am totally with you on the swinging round the belly button bit. Unfortunately!

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      • brjourney2017 October 31, 2017 / 1:07 pm

        aaww thanks. I go for pre-op this Thursday. Surgery is next Wednesday. It’s one of those things I’ve always wanted but now that it’s this close, I’m nervous as all get out. ❤

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