I am fat. Fatty McPhatterson. Peppermint Fatty. And this book, Between a Rock and a Hot Place, came out at the perfect time for me.It's about one woman's journey through menopause. And "the change" has unquestionably contributed to my burgeoning waistline.
When I was at the lowest point in my struggle with depression, both my shrink and my GP agreed that the uptick in my downward spiral was tied to a dip in estrogen and my now compromised serotonin delivery system. Because I heard so many horror stories about HRT, I told both of my doctors that I reject it out of hand. So they conferred and agreed I should be on Lexapro. And now I'm fat and happy. Or as happy as I can be, being fat.
So to review this turn of events:
1) I had refused HRT because I have heard about increased risk of cancer and heart disease
2) HRT would have (among other things) helped the moods and bloating
3) The anti-depressant I take contributes to weight gain
4) Bloating contributes to weight gain
5) Weight gain increases risk of cancer and heart disease
So am I not right back where I started from?
I think I shall have to revisit this with my shrink and GP. This time I'll add my gynecologist's opinion to the mix.
Love the title of the book. I'll have to look for it.
ReplyDeleteTwo of my meds have weight gain as a side effect, too. But I've always been fat.
Oh my goodness ... the pounds jumped on me like no tomorrow and I do think it's hardcore menopause. I was floating in it for a while but out of nowhere and with not a whole lot of change in diet and (lack of) exercise, the pounds came on. It makes me so sad. Yet, I don't do anything about it.
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