Obesity has long been associated with infertility as well as lower success rates with in vitro fertilization, and now researchers think they understand why: Obese women are more likely to have abnormalities in their eggs that make them impossible to fertilize.
Brigham and Women’s Hospital infertility researchers examined nearly 300 eggs that failed to fertilize during IVF in both severely obese women and those with a normal body weight.
They found that severely obese women were far more likely to have abnormally arranged chromosomes within their eggs compared with women who weren’t overweight, according to the study published Wednesday in the journal Human Reproduction.
Gasp! A…gym? I know, I already heard about it via Facebook… “No. way. you. did.” We really did!
“What’s wrong with you, Beth?!”
I know. Two wild and crazy things in the span of one week? Are you mad?
No, not really. Not… much?
I realized when we were on the Obesity Help Cruise that I don’t mind exercise — when I’m in a gym.
Why? Because, I’ve got distractions galore: via TV, music, and Other People Around Doing The Same Thing. Certainly the fact that we were staring OUT INTO THE CARIBBEAN helped a little itty bitty, I am sure. Even walking the track outdoors was no trouble at all. Again — I was distracted by pretty things.
At home — I rarely follow through with exercise via treadmill because I start zoning out at the wall — and think about Getting Off Of This Thing and … ANYTHING to GET OFF OF THIS THING — HOW ABOUT LAUNDRY? You said the toilet is clogged? I’ll be right there! SQUEE!
And I do. I’ll make it 15 -20-30 minutes and quit. But, in the context of a gym where you’re surrounded by folks trying not to quit — it’s easier. Maybe it’s just me! (I know it’s not.)
This means we’ve been tossing around the idea of signing up the whole family for a gym membership.
As much as I would like to just get up and go early in the morning by my SELF, it will never happen since I am not driving anymore. We were members of one or two gyms years ago — right after we both had weight loss surgery — but at the time we were living with family for a while and it was easy to take turns going. Now, not so much. We would have to go as a group (which can be a big freaking deal…) because there isn’t any swapping off anymore — and we don’t have babysitters.
We would have to go at night or on the weekends — which will end up being whatever teenagers that will GET UP AND GO and somehow wrangling the younger two into a class at the same time.
I pretty much realize that it’s impossible AND totally worth it, simultaneously.
My ten year old was bouncing off the walls in there: “I SO want to DO THIS, I could take swimming lessons, and I could do THIS and then we could do THIS!” My 13 year old didn’t complain, and I saw him eyeing the weights like “I could do this.”
The frugal MM says it’s a waste of money, because she is all too realistic and know what happens when people buy gym memberships. And those who buy memberships that can’t really get to the gym more than 1-2 times a week? Huge waste of disposable income. Suze Orman would SLAP YOU IN THE FACE. “Go play outside you morons.” I know she’d say it.
But as Dr. Phil says, “How’s that working for you?”
Um. It’s not. It never really has. I have a hard time just getting up and going because my preferred exercise is walking outdoors — and since I have random seizures — I’m fearful of walking alone.
The sometimes Motivated MM knows it’s worthwhile if it GETS US MOVING because moving is the goal, and what matters and who cares if it’s $$$.$$ a month? And she also saw herself in the full-body mirror without Slimpressions AT THE GYM and wanted to jump on the treadmill immediately. Then I realize How Motivating It IS — if I came home and posted about all the good things I would do – and the benefits I’d get from working out – and how many potential people might be motivated too?
PS. And the bizarrely analytical MM already did the math and realized that it’s about .88 cents to $1 per day per person in the family for such a membership, and that doesn’t seem like much at ALL, but when she considers that might only be used once a week some weeks — it seems like a lot more — and WHAT IF WE DON’T GO AT ALL?! Yes, I have to make it worthwhile or I won’t bother. So there’s that.
Oh, I suppose I should add the cost of the protein shake I HAD TO have on the way out? That would really… uh… add up.
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Killington Resort, known as “The Beast of the East,” is open for the 2011-2012 winter season and ready for skiers and riders! Nestled in the heart of Vermont’s Green Mountains, Killington’s elevation delivers optimal temperatures for snowfall, whether from Mother Nature or made by 2,000 snow guns across the resort. Terrain is expertly groomed, providing riders of all ability levels a choice of diverse skiing areas, including wide-open or narrow runs, moguls, steeps, and 16 tree skiing areas. Killington also offers multiple terrain parks for snowboarders and freeskiers, as well as off-mountain activities like the all-new, lift served Killington Tubing Park; dog sledding; cross country skiing; snowshoeing; ice skating; and snowmobiling.
Not only is today a day after a holiday, but it's a Monday! This translates into an early-start to the "OMG! I NEED A DIET" posts on social media. You're overwhelmed with what you might have taken in yesterday and and time between then and Thanksgiving and you are deep in The Guilt. "THE FOOD, IT'S IN ME!"
Reminder: It's just food. Food is not bad. Food is not evil. Even cupcakes.
2. having a wicked or evil character; morally reprehensible: There is no such thing as a bad boy.
3. of poor or inferior quality; defective; deficient: a bad diamond; a bad spark plug.
4. inadequate or below standard; not satisfactory for use: bad heating; Living conditions in some areas are very bad.
5. inaccurate, incorrect, or faulty: a bad guess.
Food cannot be bad.
Food is a required part of life, and your part of life is to learn how to manage your own relationship WITH FOOD so that you don't see FOOD AS EVIL. Calories may not all be created equal, you can make better calorie or food choices, but food, cannot physically be BAD.
Even if you ate more than two days worth of calories yesterday — LET IT GO — it's just food. The statuses that you will see online today and for the next few weeks:
"OMG HOW MANY CALORIES ARE IN HALF A CANDY CANE? I'm SUCH A COW."
"I am a pig, I ate _____________."
"I need to work off that ___________."
"Starting today, I'm back on my diet."
Self-loathing is not pretty. Self loathing is an extreme self-hatred of oneself or your own actions. "I can't believe I did/ate that, I'm such a loser." For post weight loss surgery patients — learning to live in a new body and successfully live as normally as possible — it only makes us stand out more if we create food drama! Just stop it.
Didn't you have weight loss surgery to be "normal?" As morbidly-obese individuals we stood out plenty, and life after weight loss surgery, we can reach a normal body weight and just BE.
You don't have to hate on yourself. You don't have to deny yourself every pleasure of food, either. You don't have to comment on other people's food choices or their size. It's their cannoli, just shut up.
Part of the holidays is (for many people, including your family and friends…) celebrating with/around food. You're going to have to get used to that — if you want to be part of their "normal."
Celebrating with food or around it not be what you want anymore, but for much of the population it is what they want. If you do not want to partake, you have a choice to find something else to do or make your own good choices. But, it is not our duty as weight loss surgery post op individuals — to become the food police for everyone.
(Note: Do not do this to your family and friends. They are not you, and they do not necessarily require your special diet or care. I have learned that food policing does not work and often backfires It's up to each person what they are willing to do to take care of their own health.)
It's just food. You make your own choices. And never, ever… apologize for FOOD.
I have a favorite quote that I used to throw out there all the time, by one of my not-so-favorite TV personalities:
“You can never, ever, use weight loss to solve problems that are not related to your weight. At your goal weight or not, you still have to live with yourself and deal with your problems. You will still have the same husband, the same job, the same kids, and the same life. Losing weight is not a cure for life issues.”
I love it because it’s true. Weight loss solves nothing about your life, aside from physical ailments. You can’t expect losing weight to help you “fix” anything about yourself. Many people have weight loss surgery thinking that “if I just lose XXX lbs, I’d be/my spouse would be/my job would be… perfect.”
No. It doesn’t work that way. Ask anyone who has already been through massive weight loss.
And, according to Dr. Connie Stapleton’s video, “No matter where you go – there you are.” Again, truth. You cannot run away from yourself. Losing hundreds of pounds doesn’t solve anything if you are still dealing with your original issues that helped created your obesity.
Your issues follow you, like a damn shadow, don’t they?
"Fifty-percent of nailbed injuries have an associated distal phalangeal fracture, most often a comminuted tuft fractures.7These require no specific treatment other than repair of the nailbed and replacement of the nail in the nail fold."
Yum. One child's finger in door, and one nail ripped off. Blood trails through the kitchen and all over me, and my house is now a crime scene. She's fine, up in my bed with the left-hand-ring finger wrapped and up on a Boppy pillow watching Home Alone and on Ibuprofen –
"I can feel my heart beating my finger!"
I would have taken a photo, because it was so cleanly torn off of her finger, but that was just gruesome and wrong.
I am waiting on Mr. MM Banker-By-Day-EMT-By-Training to bring her to the ER, but truly there isn't anything LEFT on her finger. It's perfectly clean. <shudder>
I am reading about nailbed injuries, and apparently nails are re-attached? We, uh, threw it away. It's gone. This child is going to be a finger of Neosporin and bandages for about two months. Super.
Oh, as to WHY this child is fingernail-less? I was going out to the porch to confer with the child who had walked out of the house in a huff. As she followed me in a panic, because I LEFT THE HOUSE (about six feet away from her) she pinched her finger in the door. She panicked a little more when she realized it hurt.
It feels like the year just started and it is over. Summer vacation started a few hours ago, and we've already had three complaints of boredom. Two kids are off at sleepovers, and one has a friend over. This will last? One day, and then, complaining will begin. You seriously have NO. IDEA.
Yes, you would think suggesting that they "go find something to do!" when the whining begins? But it just does not work that way. While I can find "things" for them to do – I empathize because I know how much it SUCKS to be stuck here – since I can't leave either. (Remember, we're $32.00 from ANYTHING one-way in a taxi, so that quick trip to the PO Box and grocery store? $64.00 just to get there.)
Summer sort of snuck up on me. I've been brain dead, a millionty milligrams of anti seizure meds will do that. I was supposed to have saved money to sign up the middle kids for camp, like last year, and have them go off to day camp at least for a few weeks of sessions. I blanked on that. I should be able to get that arranged for late summer. I did, however, force the boy into football. He's not happy, but he did not cry. :x We'll see about this.
So, here's to a very. long. summer. with. no. car.