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When the body fights back

I'm about a pound or two away from my more-or-less arbitrary goal weight, which means I'm essentially there.
But my body, it seems, is fighting back. And I don't know why.
At the pool yesterday morning, I had to cut my workout short because ... well, certain symptoms needed to be addressed somewhere other than the water. I came to the pool prepared to go directly from my swim to work, but I called in sick, went home, took some OTC medication and ate saltines washed down with water and Diet Sierra Mist.
I'm going back to work today, feeling OK (for now, anyway), but I'm resolved to open hailing frequencies with my doctor.
The old medical saying goes, "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." A medical practitioner is trained to look for common explanations, rather than unusual or exotic ones, for symptoms. That's one of many reasons doctors often harp on their patients' weight.
Well, the symptoms I'm having showed up after my weight loss, not before. And while I do feel more energetic most of the time, I have found that, since losing weight, my system has become much more sensitive to food, hydration and activity.
Maybe it's time for a conversation with my primary care doc -- who, by the way, has not seen me since I've lost about 130 pounds. (Other docs in the clinic have seen me.) Maybe I need to make some adjustments. Or maybe there are some zebras on the horizon.


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