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health quest...

 I had tons of labs done and then had my appointment with the doctor only to be told, "Eat less and move more."  Are you fucking kidding me.  

I broke down and wept infront of the doctor. 

When she questioned about how much I was moving I told her my steps and explained I was exhausted.  That we go to be some nights at 6:30pm because I just can't do anything else.  

When she asked how much I was eating I told her that some days I was lucky to hit 1000 calories and she was just dumbfounded.  

As I sat there weeping, she suggested going to a gynecologist to talk about hormones that at this point there was nothing more she could do. 

I felt defeated! Not allowing myself to just wallow. I decided that I needed to talk to the dietitian that maybe they had the help I was looking for. I made an appointment and talked to the dietitian a few days later and thankfully they had some ideas on how to lower my insulin resistance with food and diet and a couple of supplements. 

So now I'm on a Mediterranean diet focusing on omega-3s and taking a turmeric and insitol supplement to lower inflammation. It'll probably take at least 4 to 6 weeks before I start feeling better, but at least we're trying something.


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