I’ve been wearing a continuous glucose monitor for a week.
Here’s what I’ve learned.
Let me start by telling you something about me.
I am the only fat person in my family. I have eight brothers and sisters. A dad. A mom who thought she was fat, but was 5'8" and never weighed more than 180 pounds.
None of them are fat. Just me. I’m 5'10" and right now I weigh about 260 pounds. At my heaviest I weighed 396 pounds. I had most of my stomach removed from my body in 2015, which is why I don’t weigh more than 400 pounds today.
I have an eating disorder. I obsess about food. I think about it all day long. I get anxious if I don’t know how or when I’m going to be able to eat. And when I’m hungry I feel sick.
When I’m hungry, my stomach gets upset. I get a headache. I get shaky and hot. When I’m hungry, every cell in my body demands that I eat. Right. Now.
All my life — I thought that was because I was a fat person with no self-control.
Then last week, I woke up with my heart racing and I couldn’t make it stop. Eating didn’t help. Eventually my daughter called 911 and for three days, I thought I’d had a heart attack.
I didn’t. The endocrinologist who came to see me at the hospital thought there might be something wrong…
