I find it sad and slightly disturbing when people say, "Wow you look amazing. What is your secret." First it makes me think that I must have looked bad 40 pounds ago. Secondly, I don't like the message this sends to my daughter.
A little background. Three years ago I had to start taking steroids to raise my blood pressure to help with my fainting condition. I gained 30 pounds. It wasn't fun. two years later I developed hypothyroidism. I was put on thyroid meds. The pounds started to melt away. A month later I broke my leg and the weight loss continued. Then I started to get sick. I call it unwanted bulimia. It wasn't pretty. I gave up dairy hoping that would help. It didn't. Soon I could only eat toast and crackers. I've had ulcers before, but this was different. I mentioned it to my Dr a couple of times. She prescribed acid reducers. When my weight got down to numbers I hadn't seen since High School, I went in for an exam. Blood tests revealed that I had h-pylori, an intestinal bacterial infection. The treatment was almost as bad as the disease. Seriously, you don't want this infection. I had to have a colonoscopy and endoscopy. The other part of the diagnostic puzzle is that I had become hyperthyroid. My meds have been adjusted, I can eat now and I am beginning to put on some weight. I never thought I would want to gain weight.
I wish instead of being complimented on my boney frame, I had been asked if I was sick. I have watched people I love battle eating disorders. Compliments fuel the beast. It isn't pretty.
Here's to being healthy no matter what the size.