05/08/09

May 07, 2009

Yes, I'm depressed... yes, I'm having a pity party.... yes, I know I'll get over it...

I had my surgeon consult Wednesday, and like I suspected, I have to do
the  6 month "doctor supervised" diet before I can even submit the paperwork to the insurance company for approval. The 4 years of him recording my weight and telling me to lose the said insulation doesn't count. He never actually put me on a diet. YAY. I guess the insurance companies think we are totally ignorant. Like the bigger our asses get, the smaller our brains get. Like we can't figure out what a diet is and how to do one. I have been on an 800 calorie a day diet and GAINED weight. I've been on Alli (which is the same thing as Xenical{Orlistat}) and lost a whopping 12 pounds. Which is OK if you don't think of the wonderful "treatment effects", ie., sliding off of the couch  from all of the oil seeping out of your bum. You name it, just like all of you, I've been on it.

But now my insurance company wants me to go on yet another diet. They want to keep paying for the doctors office visits and god only knows what he's going to try me on now. They are going to expect some sort of exercise that isn't going to happen until I lose at least 50 pounds. What part of "my knees can hardly hold me up to walk to the mailbox so kiss your grand ideas of me sprinting on a treadmil goodbye" doesn't translate into english?

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