I’ve always nipped weight gain in the bud. I’m short and don’t carry it well. After fertility treatment, miscarriages and pregnancies I was still able to rein it in, but was a dress size higher than previously.
I have long covid. Amongst the whole range of shit that was suddenly happening to me and that I didn’t have a clue about was sudden and excessive weight gain. It was Kafka-esque. Fatigue was put down to being overweight or having young children. Being unable to exercise due to heart going nuts when I even got out of bed was down to being overweight. It was like having an accident where you lose your sight and being told that the reason you had the accident was because you were driving blind. I was concerned about the sudden weight gain and impact on all these other sudden health issues and asked for help - none available. I asked them to check my records, showed them a recent photo.
A couple of weeks after my next covid infection, I’d had excruciating stomach pains getting worse over the week. I eventually went to casualty, got scanned, given morphine etc - appendix, inflammation and bloods suggested an infection. I got a bed about 6am and was woken about 8am, with them wanting to discuss surgery. One of the nurses bluntly told me to stop eating so many chips. Those were her words.
I took my husband to another appointment and specifically asked the consultant in the appointment not to mention what I weigh in front of my husband. He agreed and then a few minutes later stated my weight. I felt really vulnerable when he did that - I’d taken my husband as I wasn’t well enough to drive, brain fog was extra bad that day and I wanted to remember, I’d had to ask husband to help me wash beforehand which was hard for both of us and this bastard consultant couldn’t even give me this one tiny thing. He even got the weight wrong too!
I’m partially through my fourth year of this and there’s so little help on any of the health issues that have arisen and I normally come away from appointments feeling worse that I’ve wasted my time, energy, money, health, opportunity to do something - however small - with my family in the days following appointment. I feel like I’m often just not believed when I say how little I eat now, or how little I am capable of doing now - or if I am believed being essentially told there’s no help for whatever health issue I’ve gone for. The unsolicited comments on weight though and suggestions I do things like ride a bike or join a gym when I’ve been begging for help and am mainly housebound, often bedbound are something else.
Anyway, a long way of saying, I agree that people who are overweight are often treated like shit in healthcare. I can understand things like delaying surgery, but to not give you access to any help when it’s available is so wrong. Well done with your weight loss. I hope you finally get the help you deserve.