{"id":629,"date":"2016-06-02T17:59:00","date_gmt":"2016-06-02T17:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2016\/06\/02\/something-has-to-change\/"},"modified":"2025-01-09T03:58:33","modified_gmt":"2025-01-09T03:58:33","slug":"something-has-to-change","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2016\/06\/02\/something-has-to-change\/","title":{"rendered":"Something Has to Change"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEg-6UJqr80JvgmmNKU5rmlVexcj4i48lqJHXmd-_cKk25tR4WmBgA6ZCywQUZM0yAs6FY2aUGZcltdb9VA2TG9CF0EQXFgTAEnMAU3nsUwrTm6UPy8bQ-IeChzokXabFaLS4T_CmeAUaITQ\/s1600\/quotes_about_change_and_new_beginnings.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEg-6UJqr80JvgmmNKU5rmlVexcj4i48lqJHXmd-_cKk25tR4WmBgA6ZCywQUZM0yAs6FY2aUGZcltdb9VA2TG9CF0EQXFgTAEnMAU3nsUwrTm6UPy8bQ-IeChzokXabFaLS4T_CmeAUaITQ\/s200\/quotes_about_change_and_new_beginnings.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>As some of you may know, I&#8217;ve been down and out with horrible, rotten allergies for the past two weeks. I could live with the congestion, but man, the pain is just too much. So what&#8217;s a girl to do? She hauls herself off to urgent care in the hopes that they can give her something to make it feel at least a little bit better. That&#8217;s what I did&#8230;and that&#8217;s where this post begins.<\/p>\n<p>Since I had to go grocery shopping anyway, I decided to go to the urgent care that&#8217;s over near where I wanted to shop. I hadn&#8217;t been there before and so I was a little bit surprised when they had me step on the scale in addition to all the usual tests. The number I saw there terrified me. I had suspected that I had been putting on weight again, but not nearly as much as that number showed. I am now at the highest weight I have ever been at. Then, when she took my blood pressure and that was also high, something just shifted inside of me. I have to do something. If I don&#8217;t, I&#8217;m going to die. That may sound dramatic, but it really isn&#8217;t. At the weight I&#8217;m at, my body has to work harder at every single thing it does. This puts wear and tear on everything&#8230;my heart, my lungs, my joints&#8230;and those things can wear out completely.<\/p>\n<p>My doctor warned me back in August about my weight and my blood pressure. She wasn&#8217;t particularly kind about it and it made me defensive. \u00a0This time, nobody said a word. They just showed me the numbers when they came up. Then, I spent a week thinking about those numbers and what they mean to me. Those numbers are the reason that I have trouble climbing up or down stairs. They&#8217;re the reason I won&#8217;t volunteer to chaperone trips with the boys. They&#8217;re the reason that I have some of the health problems that I do.<\/p>\n<p>The numbers scared me, but they got me thinking and for that, I&#8217;m thankful. For too long, I&#8217;ve let pride get in the way of me getting help in this area. I&#8217;ve never had a healthy relationship with food. Growing up, food was a sanctuary of sorts. My grandmother used food as a way to show us that she loved us. I never walked into that house without an immediate offer of being fed being made. As I grew older, food became either a way to fill the holes in my emotional world or a control object. Soon I hope to write an entire post regarding my relationship with food. This isn&#8217;t that post.<\/p>\n<p>This post is about the decision that I&#8217;ve made. Twice now, my doctor has given me a referral to the Sparrow Hospital Weight Management Clinic. Twice, I let get pride get in the way. I told myself that I&#8217;ve lost weight before and that it&#8217;s not rocket science. I can do this alone. The truth is that I can&#8217;t do this alone. When I&#8217;m doing it alongside someone, I do okay. When I have that accountability. The problem with that comes along when the other person meets their goal or they don&#8217;t take the time\/make the effort to be my cheerleader. When that happens, it&#8217;s easy to make excuses and let things slide.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s time to stop the cycle. It&#8217;s time to get the help that I need to understand what it is that I need to do. If what that is equals therapy, so be it. If what that is means surgery to help my body start helping itself again, so be it. So, I made the <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/D4k9Na74idc?t=2m\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">courageous decision<\/a>\u00a0to attend a meeting next week at the weight management clinic. It&#8217;s just an introduction to what they do there so I can see if it&#8217;s the right fit. I suspect that so long as insurance covers it, I&#8217;ll be going there on a far more regular basis and finding my way to healthy again. After all, I want to be able to ride roller coasters with my boys, to travel comfortably on trips, and most importantly to live a long, long life where I watch all my dreams and hard work turn into something amazing.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve also made the decision to keep this off of social media for the time being. I&#8217;ll be posting about it here and over on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.welcomingweightloss.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Welcoming Weight Loss<\/a> as things happen and I treasure any support that I get, but this is a private decision and that on some level, I need to do for me on my own.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/?action=view&amp;current=Name2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/Name2.jpg\" alt=\"Photobucket\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As some of you may know, I&#8217;ve been down and out with horrible, rotten allergies for the past two weeks. 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