Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Where did the struggle start? Part 5

A couple of years after my son was born I was having really bad headaches. I decided to get a referral to a doctor that specialized in headache medicine. Like all doctors he wanted me to have a series a blood tests. I got a call later the next day asking to come back in that they needed to redraw my blood. A few days later I got a call asking me to come back yet again for another blood test. This time I asked why they needed to draw blood from me again. I was told by the lab tech that I was being tested for Hepatitis. I held my emotions in and as soon as I got to the car I started crying. A million thoughts ran through my head of how I could have contracted or gotten Hepatitis.

I went back to the doctor a couple weeks later and he advised me I did not have hepatitis but that I needed to go see a gastroenterologist. I made the appointment and an ultrasound of my liver showed that I had Non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. All of the fat from the Big Macs and french fries were collecting in my liver and was causing it not to function properly. I was told that I needed to lose weight or I could suffer from serious liver damage. I joined an at work Weight Watchers with my coworkers. I believe this was my first round of Weight Watchers. Well I did not stay with it long and I went back to my old ways. I suffered with negative emotional states and interpersonal conflict. Not to mention my motivation was very low. I loved food and there was no way I was going to give it.

My negative emotional states were affecting my marriage, my work and relationship with friends and family. I was a very unhappy that some times I don't even know why I was unhappy. It seems like I was always having some sort of fight with my husband. I continued to find comfort in my food. We would fight and I would go to the store and sit in my car and eat an entire tube of cookie dough. Eating always was and continued to be my way of coping with negative emotions. I would eat and fall into a more depressed state. This was my battle for several more years.

To Be Continued...

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