Thyroid shmyroid

Well I went to see an endocrinology specialist today, and his main piece of advice was, "More salads."

Kidding. He did say that, but he also noted that I am teetering on the edge of needing to take thyroid and/or diabetes medication if I don't get my weight under control. Ouch. He also did an ultrasound on my thyroid, which confirmed his suspicions that it is inflamed. I had yet another round of blood work done -- six whole vials! I don't really know what they were for at this point, but I assume it's to look at some numbers more closely. Then it's just exercise and eat right until both he and my primary doctor can see me again for a follow-up in three months.

This morning was pretty stressful for me. I'm glad nothing looks too serious at this point, but I really don't want to start taking any medication. I left the doctor's office feeling stressed out and frustrated. I may or may not have cried on the drive to work.

I realize that although I've been doing okay with eating better, I need to keep improving instead of stagnating or allowing myself too much extra junk food at night just because I ate a salad for lunch. I also need to get serious with exercise. Chris and I have a lot of gardening and yard work plans this spring, which helps a lot, but it won't be enough to show true improvement unless I'm diligent about working out every day. With another dog to walk (who's much more vocal about his yearning to go outside), that will be a nice boost of motivation, I suppose.

At this point what I really need is something or someone that will encourage me and push me to get moving. The call of the couch and the Netflix menu is so hard to resist, especially after a stressful day, but I can't remain stagnant if I want to get healthier. Obviously. Why is it that obvious things are so hard for me? Siiiiigh. If anyone wants to take the position of my personal life coach, the job is open.