Saturday, October 29, 2011
I really, really HATE the word OBESE! It is a horrible, ugly sounding word.
That word actually caused me to change doctors a little over a year ago. The doctor that I had been seeing one day decided that I was “obese” even though my weight had been about the same the entire 3 to 4 year that I’d been seeing him. My medical record actually said, “Patient arrived appearing obese.”
From that point on the doctor started coding everything with an “obesity” code.
When I went to him because I had a bad sore throat, which is something that I am pretty sure had absolutely nothing to do with my weight; he coded the visit with the obesity code.
Guess what that meant for my insurance company?
That meant that they didn’t have to pay ANYTHING! Not a single penny… because they “don’t cover that condition”.
I was paying for insurance to cover my medical expenses, but because my doctor decided one day that I was obese… the insurance company didn’t have to pay anything.
I called the doctor’s office and was told it was a mistake and that they would recode and resubmit, which they did and the insurance picked up their part of the tab.
I figured that would be the end of it… but no.
When it was time for me to visit the doctor to get my prescriptions rewritten… the same thing happened. He saw me for two seconds, coded the visit with that awful obesity code even though the medications had NOTHING to do with my weight, and once again the insurance company claimed they didn’t cover obesity. That meant it cost me $167 for the doctor to write out my prescriptions. And the doctor insisted on seeing me every 3 months to rewrite these prescriptions even though I'd been taking the medications for years.
When I met my new doctor for the first time he asked me why I was switching doctors. I told him that my previous doctor insisted on coding everything with an obesity code, to which the new doctor replied, “Oh no! You can’t do that or the insurance won’t pay anything!”
I love my new doctor!
All of that doctor nonsense just added to the reasons that I hate the words obese and obesity.
I always knew that I was overweight, but I never really thought of myself as obese. When I entered my height and weight into Spark, they disagreed though... and my BMI number clearly put me in the obese range.
After several months of eating healthy and working out on a regular basis... I am happy to report that as of Friday’s weigh in… I am NOT obese!
My BMI is no longer 30 or above, which means BYE BYE obesity!!!
I intend to make sure that I am NEVER considered obese again!!!
Friday, October 28, 2011
So my knee was hurting on and off all day yesterday. I was really starting to get worried that it might be a repeat of the previous injury.
Fortunately, today I didn't have any real pain. I had a bit of an achy feeling at times but nothing like yesterday.
It was gym day today though... and I was a bit nervous!
I ended up giving the elliptical a try. I kept it on level 3 instead of level 5/6 like usual and I cut the workout down to 15 minutes, but I managed to get through it without any pain. Yay!!
Then I did most of my usual strength training... I just skipped a couple of the leg machines.
Hopefully the knee will be feeling even better for Sunday's workout!
I managed to lose 2 pounds this week which put me securely into the 150s... that's still unbelievable to me!!!
I hope you all have a great weekend!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I got this in an e-mail and thought I would share it...
There was a time when you were five years old, and you woke up full of awesome.
You knew you were awesome!
You loved yourself!
You thought you were beautiful, even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.
You loved your body and the things it could do.
You thought you were strong.
You knew you were smart.
Do you still have it?
Did someone take it from you?
Did you let them?
Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren't beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, or good enough?
Why the heck would you listen to them?
Did you consider they might be full of it?
Awesome is something you choose!
Our kids do it naturally, they can't help themselves.
It is the choice to hold your face up to the world, knowing you are beautiful inside and out, and feel the light that shines out of you.
Somewhere along the way, some people stop looking, stop choosing to be awesome.
It doesn't matter what your story is, if it is happy or painful, the time to be awesome is now!
Make that choice for yourself.
Tell your demons to shut it!
If you can't remember feeling awesome, then make new memories.
You, my spark friends, are all AWESOME!
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