Gains? Oh, Yeah.

(Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II
Earlier in the course, you wrote about losing something. Today, write about finding something. For your twist, view day four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series.)

To see the first post in this series, please go here.

So, what I have gained by losing my size 8 body? Hoo boy. You sure you really want to know?

Gain number one: Fat cells. Lots and lots of the little buggers, and they may shrink and expand a zillion times, but they never go away and they’re always hungry. Always.

Gain number two: A closet that has had to evolve into an accordian file. Grow. Shrink. Grow. Shrink. It’s pitiful. Finally I just accepted that the size 8-10’s I wore before and shortly after I got married are so far out of style people would think I was dressing for Halloween or a retro party. They’re gone. So that’s a loss, I guess. But then there are the 12, 14, 16, 18, 20, and for a short time there 22’s. I gained a multi-size wardrobe over the years that has definitely given me something to shrink back into. When I lose weight, I can go shopping in my closet. So I guess I’ve gained some money, too.

Gain number three: Syndrome X or Metabolic Syndrome. It’s so depressing, I won’t even go into detail. You can read about it here if you like. What it boils down to is that I’ve gained a pernament New Year’s Resolution.

Gain number four: Diabetes Type II, part of Metabolic Syndrom. Along with it, I’ve gained Metformin, a twice daily pill. I’ve also gained the necessity of keeping a closer watch on my eye health, and my feet, along with quarterly A1C tests and yearly heart checks. Did you know that a diabetic is automatically a heart patient? Yay. Now, this is all life-style related, so theoretically I can get rid of these particular gains IF I learn to consider salad the only food group I can enjoy with no limits. Well, it’s not really that bad, but sometimes it feels like that.

Of course, there’s salad: