Tales of a fat and frustrated vegetarian

I went to my doctor last week for a follow-up visit. The blood tests ratted me out. My cholesterol levels were over the top.

What’s confusing is - I’ve been watching my calories and walking 3-5 times per week since January. I’ve lost 7 pounds. Apparently, that’s not enough.

My new doctor (a skinny, young blonde, by the way) tried to convince me to go back on statin drugs. The same meds that prompted me to call her in January.  The statins had caused my whole body to throb with pain for months, including the bottoms of my feet.

When I refused the meds, she recommended aerobic exercise and a vegetarian diet. Not even fish or eggs. Apparently, she thought I’d give in and take the meds. Wrong!

Fool that I am, I told everybody that I was becoming a vegetarian. Of course, the expert advice came rolling in.

“You have to eat fish –it has Omega 3 vitamins.”

“They say you need eggs now, for the choline. Does your doctor want you to have Alzheimer’s?”

“You should cut out sugar. My coworker cut waaaay down on sugar”

“Vegetarians aren’t healthy”

“Maybe you should go off those anti-depressants”

“Walking is not enough – join a gym”

“Stop Drinking – not even wine”                               “Eat Oat Bran

“Vegetarians can eat Chicken”


After leafing through vegetarian magazines and skimming over diets recommended by Dr. Oz, Dr. Weil, and every doctor on WebMD, I made my mind – let’s do this thing.

I stepped up my walking routine from 30 – 45 minutes 5 times a week. I haven’t touched any food that once drew a breath, and cut down my sugar intake to one square of dark chocolate a day.

A week later - you would expect to see at least a 1-pound weight loss, wouldn’t you? Well, guess what? Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I am not happy.



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