When all was said and done after my Graves’ disease rollercoaster, I was 35 pounds overweight, and nearly 40 from where I was before I got sick. I finally felt “not sick,” but I felt terrible about myself. My eyes were back to normal but I was so overweight that I still didn’t look like me. It’s been a very slow process, mostly because I’ve gotten frustrated and thus gave up, but I mean it this time. I’m 30 now, and my health is likely downhill from here, so no more excuses.
They say that when you no longer have a thyroid, it becomes VERY hard to lose weight, especially belly fat. I’m on the perfect dose of synthetic thyroid hormone replacement (called Synthroid), and my levels are right where they should be, but it’s not the same. Doctors, nurses and other patients have told me this, yet doctors still want your BMI where it should be. I won’t say what the scale says, but my BMI is a 29.1 right now. Yes, I am overweight but the fact that for several years I was categorized as obese really bothered me. The first time I actually saw it in writing was in my gastroenterologist’s notes when I moved back from Florida and requested my medical records from all my specialists. It said something like, “27-year-old, obese white female.” WHOA. I cried and he said, “Well, you are.” However, my primary care physicians and I have always agreed that – given my frame and muscular build – my ideal weight is on the very high end of normal, or the very low end of overweight, give or take a few pounds.
I’m happy to report that as of this week, I’ve reached a new milestone and am in a whole new bracket. I’m more than 16 pounds lighter than I was when this whole “getting the old me back” journey started, and 16 pounds lighter than the number I refuse to see ever again. I’m almost halfway to my goal weight!