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A Pissy Situation part four: You are what you eat.

     Every month for the rest of my life I will have to have labs done. This is in order to see if there are any changes in my values and if there is a decline in my kidney function. It is like spinning a roulette wheel. The anticipation before going for the labs is tough. But waiting for the results is worse. Two labs ago, I was headed for dialysis in a rapid way.

But I took control of what I could and that was what I eat. I was so gung ho at first but the daily necessity of it does make it weary. I am keeping a food journal using an app called https://www.myfitnesspal.com. I track everything that goes into my mouth. I plan every meal and bargain with myself. If I eat this, I don’t eat that. I find it very helpful to know exactly what the calories are and other components of food that I need to keep track of like potassium and protein.

It also tracks my exercise. And when I say exercise, I mean what I do. I don’t go to a gym. I track what I do around the house and garden. The data base is pretty extensive but you can also find other calculators to measure how much output you do daily. I have been cleaning out and packing up old clothes and items around the house. I have been working on the garden and reseeding the lawn. You would be surprised to find that you can burn over 300 calories an hour just doing work around the house.

For the last years, I have been extremely sedentary due to my job. The only movement I had for the course of the day was to go from one meeting to another. I sat all day. When I retired in January, I was extremely short of breath and tired just standing. Sometimes, going shopping required that I use a motorized cart to get through a large store.

Almost every day I plan an activity that will use mobility. Yesterday for example, we went to BJ’s. It is a huge store and I usually have to ride a cart. Yesterday, I walked it and very rapidly. I haven’t been able to do that for at least two years.

This is a long haul process. I have to admit, it’s horribly hard. My husband and I love to go out to eat. We spend our weekends trying new places or revisiting old. Yesterday we went to one favorite places that has a bakery in the place. Their sandwiches are on fresh baked bread. They also usually have fabulous salads, but when their homegrown stuff is in, which it is not yet. So I splurged and had a sandwich. It was fabulous. But then the temptation was on to have more “forbidden” items, which was hard to pass by. But I did. When I got home, I actually calculated the sandwich into my daily calories, and was not that far over that I could also have an enjoyable dinner. I have to learn to cut myself some slack.

This experience makes me very aware of how easy it is to overeat. People who can eat whatever they want are truly blessed. I watched what other people were eating. They have no idea how lucky they are when they are chowing down without worry. This new concern for me has nothing to do with losing weight to look acceptable. It is all about putting the right things in my body to help my kidneys. My bigger concerns are keeping my sugar low so that doesn’t impact the kidney and low protein and potassium which is hard for the kidney. That means no meats or sweets. The American diet is so based on meat that it’s hard to go out and find places that offer plant based meals. Even salad offerings have chicken or cold cuts (terrible for you).

The information out there on the Internet is so convoluted that people with kidney disease have a real struggle. I am finding that recipes that are supposed to be kidney friendly are anything but. I hope in time to be able to become very knowledgeable so that I can help others who find themselves in the same position.

My labs from May 8th showed some real improvement in my numbers. It was good news after such a plethora of bad in the past few months. It gives me hope that I can hold off dialysis.

 

 

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A Pissy Situation: Part two A Big Fat shame

    So in my last blog I wrote how and why I am now facing a life altering situation. I have stage four kidney disease and it WILL progress to end stage renal disease and death. The solution is dialysis and a major change in the diet. After I met with the nephrologist, the next steps were a dialysis class to learn about options and what is entailed and then a meeting with a renal dietician. I was not looking forward to either.

The day of the class, I got there early. There is one thing I am seeing and that is there is a lot of money to be made in kidney disease. Fresenius is an organization around here and all over the world actually that has dialysis centers. They just opened a center very near to my house which is amazing and telling. They have lots of money. The class was in a Fresenius office suit that was beautiful and had all the wow factor of furniture and decorating. It was, however, lacking anyone at the main desk and no one showed up until I had sat there for a half hour. The “class” was just me and one other poor woman and the nurse. She was very polite on the phone but she took one look at me and that was it. I disappeared as fat people do.

She went over the different way you can get dialysis. She explained how you have to have surgery to have a place constructed for the hook up. Hemodialysis is where you hook up to a filtering machine and your blood is basically washed of toxins. They normally hook you up in your arm after you have had a fistula placed where they have combined your vein and artery and make it stronger for the constant needle placements. Sometime they have to put in a fake vein and artery connection. Once you start this, it is for life. You go to a center three times a week. If you can, you can do it at home and you can do it four times a week.

Then there is also times when they connect you for dialysis by placing a tube in your heart and you wear a port on the outside of your chest. This is done mostly in emergencies and is meant to be temporary. You cannot shower or get or it wet. It is not sustainable.

Then there is peritoneal dialysis. This is what the other woman is going to get. She is thin. I am not. The perinatal dialysis is not for fat people and the nurse made that very clear to me. They put a tube in your peritoneal cavity and you simple put solution in and then wait. And then drain the solution out. You can do this why you are sleeping if you sleep for 10 hours. That’s how long it takes. You have to wait hours in between putting the stuff in and then draining. And you have to do this every day for ever.

All of these are life sustaining with different projections of mortality. In the end, they fail… or should I say in most cases, your heart fails. All of these really stress the heart and cardiac issues are the primary cause of death. Whoopee… are we having fun yet?

The ultimate solution is a transplant. She did not go into great detail about that other than to suggest we register with the local transplant group associated with our medical providers. I had already discussed it with my doctor. Bottom line…. Forget-about-it. They do not do transplants on fat people. There is one place she said she knew of in Cleveland that will do the surgery but that’s it. And that is when they would even offer you the kidney, which is slim… no pun intended.

The nurse instructor started the class by telling us she was the ultimate authority on renal dialysis and I quote” I am the Guru.” The arrogance of clinicians is something I abhor as I had to put up with it constantly at my job. However, being the shit I am, I threw something at her using my very limited medical knowledge and she had no clue. Scary. At that point, I was so done with being ignored and dismissed. She started to go into diets and what you can eat on dialysis as the other lady asked her. But when she started in on telling me about how she just lost sixty pounds and the fight she had to do it…. I was done. I left the class. There was more to come but I was either going to cry or smack her. I went to the car and cried.

The point of me taking the class was to become informed. My doctor said I had time to take it when we got closer to dialysis, but since I am a worry-wort and need information, she said to go now. All it did really was make things worse. The images of the needles being jammed into my arm and drowning now were becoming constant visitors in my attempt to sleep at night.

The next thing I needed to do was visit a renal dietician. The word diet makes my back stiffen. The information out there is so confusing on what to eat and so forth, especially for kidney patients. From what I had read, I was pretty much poisoning myself with my dinners of chicken and Brussels sprouts. I had eaten that at least three times a week all winter. I do not eat read meat and haven’t since 1986. Since all this mess has also made me a diabetic, I am extremely limited on what I can eat. Kidney disease had new limits such as potassium and phosphorous intake. Who knew that vegetables and chicken have large quantities of potassium? I did not. So I was looking forward in a way to meet with this nurse.

She was lovely. At no time did she shame me in any manner. I will say I started out being defensive but she totally disarmed me. The bottom line is there is a lot of conflicting information out there and it is also outdated. Anyone who is facing a need to alter their diet should meet with a certified dietician.

I had to provide her with a food journal for three days. We also talked about what I eat. The bottom line is that I was actually eating a good diet for the most part. She feels, and I have to agree, that the elevated potassium is from the medications I am on and not from what I eat. She also said something I have NEVER had anyone tell me. I do not eat enough.

I am going to do more on the topic of diet after I have done more research, but this is what I have learned so far. Since I can remember, I have been on a diet of some kind. When I was a child, my mother forced me on a diet of green beans and Jello. Seriously! Now-a-days, that would be child abuse. Every time I went on a diet, I messed up my metabolism. The Dietician explained it as the “Tea and Toast” syndrome that old ladies employ. Once you restrict your body to a modified intake, the body adjusts and lives on it. The body holds on to fat as storage because it thinks you are trying to starve it. We all have a set-point of weight where our body wants us to be. Once we start to lose weight, it will shut down the furnaces so to speak, and not burn fuel so much in order to preserve our body weight. We keep feeding ourselves less and less and the body says, “oh hell no,” and shuts down. That is why you plateau when you go on a diet.

And what do you do? You cut out even more and the body again shuts down. Now you are running on 1000 calories a day and guess what…. You are doing more harm than good. Your poor body does not have enough fuel to run. You are cold and crabby and irritable. Now, because living like that is not sustainable for most people, you go off the diet. But your body used to running on 1000 calories and you are now consuming 2000, which is more normal. But your body says “over load” and you gain the weight back and then some. And when you gain the weight back, it comes back as fat. And we do this over and over.

Well, I am a perfect picture of what happens. Once when I was on Weight Watchers I gained weight. I took my WW food journal to a dietician and she said there was no way I should not be losing weight on this food intake. Weight Watchers and all the diet industry know that the cycle of losing weight and gaining weight is big business because of the constant failure rate. If it was successful we all would be thin and they would cease to exist.

The other factor that many people face who have kidney disease is that you become diabetic. And once you are diagnosed, you are then put on huge doses of insulin to bring down your glucose levels. Insulin is a growth hormone. Can you guess what happens? You gain weight….. Copious amounts and it gets worse and worse because the more insulin you take the more you become resistant to it. I will have more on this as I am doing a lot of research.

The Renal dietician gave me some great information on what to eat and what to watch out for. She recommended that I go to as much of a plant based diet as I could. That will not be hard for me as I already do not eat meat or much fish. I have already switched to a Faceless Diet. If the food at one time had a face, I am not eating it. She then told me according to what I am eating, I am not eating enough. Wow, I was shocked. She said I needed to add more to my diet but to be careful because I will gain because I have restricted myself for so long. There is a lot of research out there in this very topic of resetting your baseline metabolism set point.  I need to do more reading and I will probably set up another appointment with her. As it was, we had talked for two hours and I was exhausted.

The bottom line is to preserve the kidney function for as long as I can. I am at about 23 % function. If can sustain that, I will be ok. I am not going to run any marathons and I will have to be careful not to stress them anymore. The research I have read is not that hopeful. Basically the kidney is operating at a huge loss. There are only 23 of the “workers” doing the job that 100 were doing. Eventually, they give out and go on strike and QUIT.

There is good news in all of this. I am feeling a lot better. In the beginning of the year, I was getting so short of breath that it was awful. I could not do anything without panting. After climbing the stairs I would need to sit down. Once the weather broke, doing anything outside would have me coming up short of breath and I would need to sit. My blood pressure would go up and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Now, I do not need to sit coming up the stairs. I can work in the yard and have been doing so. I am not so constantly exhausted. The supplements are helping, the less stress is helping and just the small modification in my diet is helping. At least I think so. The next labs will tell.

Until next week.

A Pissy Situation part one

I have been putting this post off long enough. I wanted to tell a few people to their faces but that does not seem to be happening. I feel like I am about to burst and I need the release my blogging gives me. I have been writing about my life now for over six years and now it is time for me to write about my death. Yes, that is correct. I am coming into a phase that everyone eventually arrives at. It is all a matter of time. Mine has just been defined a little more accurately. This may seem dramatic, and it is. But I am not going to soften this because it will make it easier for others. Nope! This is about me, totally me and what I am feeling.

In 2006 I was diagnose with Psoriatic Arthritis (PsA) and Psoriasis (P). It took over two years for the diagnosis because I am fat. I went from someone who played tournament level tennis three times a week to someone whose hands were claws and could not walk. Everyone blamed the fat for the joint pain. Finally, when my hands curled up, I was sent for tests and to a rheumatologist. Oh boy, did I have inflammation. I did not develop the psoriasis like anyone else and so they misdiagnosed that as well. They said it was a form of hives and it was everywhere. Now, they know what my type of psoriasis I have.

Why did this happen? I truly believe the trauma of going through a life altering situation triggered it. I was going through a divorce after 27 years of a miserable marriage. I had to sell my house as part of the divorce and get my own place, which I did. But then I lost my job the day after I signed the mortgage. It was so terrifying for me. I only had the support of one or two good friends to get me through it. My social life had been based on my husband’s circle.

It was like a cascade of failing health thereafter. About a year after I moved in to my home, I had an episode where I might have had a mini stroke. I went to the hospital and they discovered five blood clots, including one very near my heart. I have written about this before so I won’t at this time. The diagnosis and the whole event probably saved me from the grave fifteen years ago. I have an inherited blood condition called Factor V Leiden. My blood clots too much. My father had it, his mother, and my brother has it. I was fine and have been on a blood thinner ever since. But this led to a gynecological issue which required more medical attention. But for over a year, I would bleed out during my monthly. I almost had to have a transfusion. All of this was over the course of two years.

Meanwhile, my body was revolting with inflammation. There is a strong correlation to stress and inflammation. During these years I met my now husband who moved in with his 13 year old daughter. We both went back to college and we were working a multitude of little jobs to get by. His daughter was not happy and we had to contend with her mother who would not stop interfering. We eventually shipped her off to her mother in California which was the right thing to do.

So back now to 2006: Once I was officially diagnosed with PsA and P, I was put on huge doses of methotrexate, prednisone, and Advil. About a year in, I started to have cranberry colored urine. The doctors said it was from the blood thinner. They did nothing and I stayed on the drugs. Meanwhile, I was putting on weight like crazy. Finally, a blood test revealed that my A1C was 13 and the other labs were indicating some kidney issues. They actually told me to diet. Really? I went from to low blood glucose with an A1C of 5-6 for most of the time since they tested me to 13 and its diet? I finally got to the rheumatologist who said looking at my labs, “did anyone tell you your kidneys crashed?”  They did not.

For the following years I was on just Enbrel for the PsA. They did nothing else. My glucose went back down although not where it was. Everything seemed to be ok. My physical ability was never the same however. Then I started passing kidney stones. I am talking rocks. I passed one so big it made my doctor cringe. I passed over 100 stones. I never went into the hospital. I just suffered on my own. They found five rather large ones in my right kidney and said there was nothing they could do. They were so large, they would never pass. They put me on Allopurinol finally only four years ago to help with the formation and it did help. But the damage was done.

It seems that these kidney issues are not uncommon with someone with PsA. The disease changes your blood chemistry to be more acidic, and uric acid is formed in great quantities. The stones I passed were all uric acid based. Think battery acid for piss. All of this can damage the kidney if left unchecked. I was unchecked for too long.

On top of that issue, about four years ago the Enbrel stopped working. I had to go on something new. I went through eight different highly potent biologicals in an attempt to improve my condition. They all had horrible side effects. The worse was chronic diarrhea. I had it so bad on one drug I could not drive to work without an issue. Work was only 20 minutes away. One morning I had to pull into a park and shit against a building. There was a Sherriff on the other side and if he had gotten out and walked around I would have been arrested. I exploded three times at work, once covering the bathroom that the CEO used. It was intolerable. They all made me sick and they did not help the PsA or P. I was getting covered with splotches and my hair was falling out. I lost  a lot of my mobility and started to need a cane.

In 2016, I was put on Humira. It did nothing for me and I had to use Advil to be able to walk. I was not taking big doses of Advil, but I should have been told to take none. The doctor knew I was taking it. The Humira gave me such issues that I had to see a cardiologist. They found nothing wrong and I finally demanded I stop the Humira. In 2017, I was put on an outrageously expensive shot called Stelara. My world changed immediately. The psoriasis was gone. The PsA was less and I felt like a human being again.

My labs were indicating things were not as rosy as I felt. First my A1C started to climb again. My blood pressure was getting very high. I put on weight, as I did with all the drugs. But the kidney function was declining. In September of 2017 my GFR (which is the measure of output the kidneys are functioning at) was down to 23. I had been there once before when I was passing a huge kidney stone and I got it back up to about 40. The GFR is saying that my kidneys were functioning at about 23%. Not good.

I decided I needed to change my life. I needed to destress. My job had become horrible and intolerable. I did not need it. We had been planning on my retiring anyways in another two years. I took the leap.

The next lab which was a month after I retired my GFR went up two points. I had made the right decision. But I felt like crap. I had little energy. I was short of breath on exertion, which was something I never had before. I was sleeping terribly and constantly tired. My PCP wanted me to see the nephrologist to see what she had to say. It took three months, but I finally got an appointment.

In the beginning of April my labs were God awful. I have enough medical background to know I was in deep doo doo. I had my first meltdown of what will be a series I am sure. My A1C had gone up a lot, and other readings indicated something was going on. Since I was put on the Stelara, my triglycerides were climbing and they were now three times what they were a year ago and at a dangerous level. But the worse part was my kidney GFR went back down 2 points.

I took my husband to the nephrologist appointment because I knew it was not going to be good. It was not good. I really like this doctor and had seen her way back in 2009 when I had my first issue. She told it like it is and what I am going to have to face. It was shocking to tell the truth and to face mortality is the worse feeling in the world.

This is the bottom line: I am facing dialysis. It may be in a year or less, or it may be two years. But it is going to have to happen as I will die otherwise. Once I am on dialysis, the prognosis is five to ten years. That is for someone who is healthy otherwise with no comorbidities. And yes I know, some people live for years and years on dialysis but guess what others don’t. One thing I am not tolerating is Pollyanna like remarks. I will go into more of all this in another post. Bottom line, my life has changed drastically and I have been told what my future holds.

Am I sad? Yes. Am I frightened? I am terrified. But I am going to fight like I have my whole life. Right now the goal is to preserve what kidney function I have. I am drinking sodium citrate twice a day to turn down the acid in my blood. I am taking more insulin. Because my kidneys aren’t functioning well, I am extremely anemic (which is why I am so friggin tired). I am on high doses of iron and vitamin D. I am trying as best as I can to be more physical. And I have had to change my diet drastically. I am going to see a renal dietician next week.

This is the most ironic part of all this: all these years I have been dieting on whole grains and tons of chicken and vegetables, I have been hurting my kidneys. I have to right now avoid potassium at all costs. Who knew my stables of broccoli, Brussel sprouts, darks greens and chicken were the worse things I could be consuming. In the effort to meet everyone else’s standard of looking appropriate, I was poisoning myself.  I will be going into this more as I learn about it. But am I angry about this…well yes I am.

In truth, I am very angry about the whole thing. I went to a renal class already as the nephrologist suggested it would be good for me to know what I am facing. She knows I already have done a lot of research on things but she wants me to get the truth, not the Internet truth. I am actually looking forward to seeing the dietician because for once, it won’t be about being fat. This is one thing I am going to write about because the discrimination of people of size is outrageous in the kidney world.

My life is altered completely. I am not taking crap from anyone. I am going to do what I want without guilt. I don’t think my husband fully understands, but we have talked about it and he is compassionate. That’s all I want right now as I lick my wounds and get my fierce up. I am glad I am retired as I can do as I can when I want. My future will be tethered to a machine, but for now, I am not. And I am going to treasure this time.

 

 

 

 

Fighting auto-immune disease

I am in a battle of my life, really and truly. I have auto-immune diseases. It is a fight many people participate in. But for me, I have the stigma of being fat. It is the first thing that medical providers hone in on, sometimes exclusively. But now I am in another tail spin. Let me explain.

I have psoriatic arthritis, PsA, and Psoriasis, P. I was diagnosed with them after I went through a horrific time in my life. I was divorcing after twenty-seven years with an abusive husband. I had to sell the home we lived in for fifteen years as part of the settlement. I lost my job that I loved, although there were some real stinky issues there too. I basically lost everything. But I got through it and then, I moved into a great house and went back to school. My life turned out great. But my body suffered from all the trauma and stress.

I ended up in the hospital with blot clots. The clots resolved themselves and I was truly blessed because there was one very close to my heart. I was put on Coumadin for life. People were quick to say, “Fat girl has fat blood and hence her issues.” Nope. I have an inherited disease call Factor V Leiden. It comes from my father’s side. It has absolutely nothing to do with being fat. But after being in the hospital, they put me on a strong regiment of blood thinners to the point I bled out. They needed to stop my periods. That was another battle but finally I had a hydro thermal ablation.  But the anemia and other issues took a toll on my body.

I was on a path of a wonderful new life. I was happy. I met a great guy. I loved my house. Life seemed great. But this weird rash appeared when I was going through the divorce. It got constantly worse, spreading all over my body. I itched. I went to the dermatologist who had no idea what it was. I also noticed that I was having pain, achy pain in my joints. Not enough to slow me down at first. I used to play tennis three times a week, mow my lawn and walk all over the place. I had always been a large active person.

I was teaching at the time and some days I could not stand for very long and walking became painful. I bought ugly shoes and went to the doctor. Her diagnosis was I was fat. “Lose weight” was the prescription and take Advil. So I took mega doses of Advil. Finally, when my hands started to turn into claws, they paid attention. I would sit and cry for hours from the dull burning that radiated in my body. It is hard to explain the pain to anyone who does not have this disease. My skin looked like I had the measles and I would scratch to the point where I would wake up with blood stained sheets from scratching in the night. I did not sleep for more than two hour blocks.

I was tested for rheumatoid disease and came back with a confirmed diagnosis of PsA and P. My life changed completely. I went on prednisone, methotrexate, and continued with Advil when needed. I felt better, but the results from those drugs impacted me in a bad way. My kidney crashed. I lost all function on the right kidney. I had been peeing blood for months, but they said it was the Coumadin. It wasn’t.

My glucose has always been low, much to the chagrin of doctors in the past who expected high glucose because I am fat. We do not have diabetes in the family. My A1c went from 5 to 13. Hello!!!  I also gained 30 pounds in a very short time. They took me off the prednisone and then the methotrexate. I would get very sick after I would take my shot. My body was telling me to stop. Next, they tried me on Humira, which did nothing, and then Enbrel. The Enbrel worked for 8 years. I started getting horrible cramps everywhere in my body and the pain came back. I also slowly put on weight that would not come off. This also is a known side effect of Enbrel. All the drugs I have taken, except Otezla which made me feel sick all the time, are known for weight gain as a side effect.

For the next three years, I went through a series of taking every drug on the market for PsA. I had horrible reactions such as feeling hung over to not being able to walk from the pain. I had horrible IBS brought on by these drugs. I could not go anywhere including going to work in the morning without the fear of crapping myself. And I had a few episodes where I did. It was humiliating and horrendous.

My kidney that had gotten better was starting to decline. I passed over 50 kidney stones. I have about twenty in a box. Some were huge and the doctor took them. They were all uric acid based stones which is a product of PsA. There were stones in the right kidney that were too big to pass. I spent days in agony when I was passing a stone, but I still went to work. I passed one at work. Talk about a high pain threshold.

In 2016, we decided to try Humira one more time since it was all that was left. It almost killed me. My glucose steadily inclined, my kidney function declined and all the while I was steadily gaining weight. I was miserable. It is hard to understand the frustration and discomfort of not having control of your health. And mine was getting worse in the name of drugs.

Finally, last year, I was put on the most expensive PsA drug out there: Stelara. One shot costs $20,000. I had to exhaust all other options before the insurance would cover it. It is a miracle. I have little to no psoriasis. My PsA pain was vastly better. But by now, I have lost a lot of my stamina. There is damage in my joints that will never repair. I need to have my one ankle fused but I refuse. I have damage in my spine and hips. But I had the best mobility with Stelara. I have been on it for a year.

Because of the elevated glucose, the Doctor put me on Januvia. Januvia passes sugar out the kidney. Not a smart choice for someone with kidney disease. He finally changed it and I am on a new drug which is not really working and my A1c has risen again. I got a note from the nurse from my doctor’s office saying, “the Doctor wants you to watch your diet. Eat less carbs and sugar.” I was so pissed and will say something when I see him.

I just went and had my blood tests done. I am in big trouble. My kidney function is now stage four CKD. There was a slight improvement since I retired, but not enough to put me back to stage 3. My blood pressure has been up and now I have awful cholesterol reading. It has jumped up 114 points in one year. My cholesterol has been normal most of my life.  Both the BP and cholesterol is due from the Stelara.  It is a known side effect.

So now what? I do not know. I see the doctor on Friday. I swear if he says it’s because I am fat I am going to walk out of the office. He usually is pretty good about things. I would have to be eating pure fat for that amount of increase. And, I don’t eat a lot of fat. I do not even eat meat. But I should not have to justify myself but I will be ashamed because that it the reaction I have. I will be made to be guilty of gluttony. Meanwhile, I have a situation that needs to be dealt with. When you have Factor V, the last thing you want is more reasons to have clots. And when you have high cholesterol, it also raises you blood glucose, which has been an issue with all the drugs I am on.

I feel out of control and I admit, very depressed. This was supposed to be a happy time for me since I retired. I will say that I am much more active than when I was working. I spend most days working on physical projects in the house. My mobility and stamina is much better.  I have noticed the difference. But I am scared that my recourse is to come off the Stelara, or take more drugs.  It is like being a prisoner in your own body.

 

Hatred: a Learned Behavior

Currently I am reading “Shrill”, a book by Lindy West. It is not for the easily offended reader. She is a comedian and is very funny. But she is also FAT. Lindy is a true Fat activist and writes for about the struggles she has. She deals with hate every day. But she wants to change the world and I think she has many valid points. She says, “Being fat is like walking around with a sandwich board that says, “HERE’S WHERE TO HURT ME!” That’s why reclaiming fatness— living visibly, declaring, “I’m fat and I am not ashamed”— is a social tool so revolutionary, so liberating, it saves lives.”

When I was growing up, bullying existed but it was not exonerated. Bullies were known. They were outcasts and shunned, unless you were one. As a child, you learned to fight back or suffer. Parents did not fight your fight for you. You could rat out a bully if you dared and they would be “in trouble,” which meant something in those days.

Today’s culture is very different. I blame the media who created movies like “Mean Girls.” Then we have TV shows like the “Biggest Loser” where they abused Fat people for entertainment. There was nothing real or entertaining about that show. There is one out there now called “My 600 Pound Life” about very large people who are suffering and struggling to just survive. There is nothing entertaining about witnessing suffering. But it creates absolution for the hatred of people of size and fosters bigotry.

Lindy talks about flying and the stigma attached to Fat people when they board an airplane. I have sat in seats that do not fit me. It is humiliating at best as well as painful. And my butt is not as big as a Kardashian. I love Lindy’s retort: “We don’t insist on a solution because it’s still culturally acceptable to be cruel to fat people. When even pointing out the problem— saying, “my body does not fit in these seats that I pay for”— returns nothing but abuse and scorn, how can we ever expect that problem to be addressed? The real issue here isn’t money, it’s bigotry. We don’t care about fat people because it is okay not to care about them, and we don’t take care of them because we think they don’t deserve care…..We don’t insist on a solution because it’s still culturally acceptable to be cruel to fat people.

We are not born hating people different from us. Babies do not see Fat people as a threat. They learn that from their parents. My parents hated Fat people and had no issues making hurtful comments my whole life. Their mothers hated Fat people too and passed that down. They had no reason to hate fat people. They also hated people of different religions and especially hated people of color. They had no tolerance for anyone different from them, actually. They were upper class snobs full of themselves. My siblings to some degree reflect the same thinking. I never did learn the behavior and was an outcast in my own family sphere. But I held true to my principals.

We live in a country where hatred, bigotry, misogynic behaviors are being tolerated and actually glorified by some. But we are starting to have people who are standing up and saying no more. We have to do this. The energy of hatred is toxic. We have to change what we teach our children. I am aghast at the comments I hear from young people that are vile and filled with prejudice of things and people they have no direct experience with. How is that possible? Because hatred is a learned behavior and we have to stop teaching and accepting it.

West, Lindy. Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman (p. 148). Hachette Books. Kindle Edition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fat Hatred

This weekend celebrated the second Women’s March in Seneca Falls. There were over 10,000 people there to voice their concerns. Voicing concerns is everyone’s right in the USA. I support that right as a woman and as a blogger. I am not able to accept and even understand what gives people the right to go on to someone’s blog and write an evil and threatening message. It happens all the time and to totally innocuous blogs.

Blogging is the opportunity for the blogger-author to express their thoughts. It is therapeutic at times and it can be a gift of education or just simply an outlet for the blogger to write about their experiences. It is a wonderful outlet.

I follow several blogs. There is one I find at times quite humorous called Dancing with Fat by Ragen Chastain. She is a large size lady who writes, is a triathlete, and a dancer. She also is a motivational speaker who encourages people of all size to be the best that they are no matter what their size. She is a true hero for the thousands of people who let their size inhibit their lives.

There are many other activists who are trying to simply educate people about size discrimination. It is totally acceptable in our country if not encouraged to harass and bully people of size. I do not get it and never have. But I was astounded by the hatred these activists have had hurled at them on their websites and even face to face.

In Regen’s blog she talks about trolls. She actually created a website and posted some of the comments and her very funny and witty replies. The comments are graphic and threatening and just frightening. She has never hurt anyone or tried to change anyone. She is only offering a glimpse into her life with joy and support for others. Pardon the language of this, but this is an example: “cant we just kill the fat people and make cat food out of them? 99% of obese people are just stupid lazy ugly pieces of lard,fuck em”  Can you imagine how this makes me feel as a large person to be judge that I should be KILLED and made into cat food simply because I take a larger dress size? Of course the sentiment loses value in the quality of the rant… and we move on. But how horrible is it that this person is out there expressing that much hatred and violence to an innocent group of fat people. Really? There are a lot more worthy groups to hate if you got to hate.

I am so naïve even at this ripe old age. I never knew there was so much hatred against fat people. This hatred is a learned behavior because it is not embraced by everyone in the world. What difference is to anyone if a person is large or small as long as they are not hurting anyone? This issue is becoming more prevalent now because people are standing up and saying “STOP IT!” Count me in!

We would never tolerate this type of harassment and hatred towards people of color. But I lived with that hatred growing up and I still hear it whispered behind closed doors. The fact is now it is unacceptable to slur and insult people simply because they have different skin color. It was an arduous fight. I am not saying the fight is over either. But when I was a young child it was a segregated world and it was nationally acceptable. But no more. It gives me hope.

I am not going to go on a political rant here. It would be too easy. Change has to happen. We need to be aware of this hatred in order for it to change. People don’t like to get involved in controversy and we have become a nation of complacency, which is why we are where we are with the leaders we have.

My goal is to just point out something that many people might not even be aware of. Next time you sit next to a fat person, understand that they know when they are being ostracized. They can see the looks and feel the shame you want them to feel for just existing. In many cases, their size is their protection from the harm and hurt their life has been. Try to understand and not judge.

Outrage

I was reading one of my favorite blogs the other day and I became outraged. It talks about how Google was putting information down about walking distance and calories when asked for directions. She felt this was fat shaming.  https://danceswithfat.wordpress.com/2017/10/28/google-cupcakes-and-terrible-ideas/

I do not necessarily agree that this was the best example of fat shaming. I actually think it is kind of nice information if you CAN walk.  The calorie indication is just part of the diet culture we live in. But there are other messages out there that are not only fat shaming, but blatant discrimination.

She mentions that in some places they have turned off the escalators so that people will use stairs. Swell. That is discrimination of people with disabilities whether they are small or large. I know plenty of people who cannot climb stairs or even worse, like in my situation, go down them. I can go up with a hand rail for support but coming down is not happening. My one ankle now goes completely out at any situation and makes me fall if I do not have something to grab. Imagine my luck on stairs.

What about wheelchair access? She was saying that they are putting up signs next to elevators to remind people to use the stairs because you burn more calories. Talk about rubbing it in the face of people who cannot make a choice. That is not fat shaming; it is just harassment of everyone who is disabled.

In other blogs she talks about the discrimination or fat shaming that occurs with large people getting medical treatment. She states one person she knew was denied health insurance because she was morbidly obese. (I hate that phrase with a passion) How is that not discrimination? How is telling employees that if you are over a certain body weight, you will have to pay more for your health coverage not discrimination and for that fact, legal? But places are doing it all over the country. My company almost went there.

We lump every large person into one category. FAT, LAZY, and UNRELIABLE. We are treated like liars all the time. (Yes, secretly I go home after work and stuff my face with ice cream and cake… and even if I did, what business is that of yours?) Doctors accuse of lying all the time. In my own experience, I was accused of gorging myself by my two doctors when I put on 17 pounds in 6 weeks. They were sure it was what I was eating. On my own, I stopped a medication I was put on and almost overnight, the weight disappeared. But neither would listen to me and I sat sobbing in their offices telling them how awful I felt since going on the medication. The medication also caused dyspnea, but they didn’t seem concerned and again said it was because I was fat. I did not have shortness of breath before or after. It was humiliating and hurtful and neither of them said anything afterwards when I proved it was the medication.

In this culture, large people are the remaining targets of the worse discrimination out there. We are outrage if someone is discriminated for color or race. They just sanctioned a baseball player for making slant eyes at an Asian pitcher. Bet if he called someone fat nothing would happen.

I can only speak for how this makes me feel. I see people’s expressions. I hear their words of disapproval, and I feel the ostracization all the time. I hear all the girls at work constantly talking about their suffering when it comes to dieting and they wear it like a badge of honor. “OH, I can’t eat that” or “I would love a cookie, but no…”

But this pisses me off more than anything: I eat my lunch at my desk while I am working. And I do this because I do not want to stop working, but more because I do not want to be judged. I eat the same thing every day. I have a bag of chopped veggies, an English muffin with mayo and 2 slices of “just turkey” (has no chemicals in it). I leave the veggies out to munch on. Just last week, someone came to my desk and had the gall to say, “OH my, what a healthy lunch.”  I said, “Yes, surprise! Fat people eat better than most. Why are you shocked?”  Oh did she do a back pedal. This is not the first time either. I actually have had people just come into my old office cubby when I was eating a salad and start lecturing me on diets.

The image I used for this post is what as me all riled up. “Fat ballerina.” This is inexcusable. Dress up like a fat person and make fun of them all night. Yes indeedy. Be the star of your party by humiliating people who often have no choice of their situation or health. Next we should make a costume to mock developmentally disabled folks and call it “Retard.” Or how about a costume that makes you look like you have a prosthesis and we can call that one “Gimp”?  Think I am going over board? Try walking around in a real fat suit and see how it feels.