When I was a teen, my periods were never normal. Yet, I didn’t worry about it because in “sex education” classes they told us “young girls are different; you are adjusting and nothing is ‘normal.’” Well, during a bunch of girl talk, when I was 16 years old, I mentioned I had not had a period in a year. My friends all freaked out and told me to tell my mom to take me to the doctor.
She took me to an OBGYN. He noticed hair growth on my chest and stomach while giving me the exam. He, thus, concluded I had PCOS. He told me I would probably not be able to have children, but with medical science advancing there might be possibilities available when I was ready to conceive. He gave me birth control pills; he also told me to lose weight and exercise (at that point I was about 15 pounds overweight).
Some of the PCOS symptoms I have include: cysts on my ovaries, infrequent periods (never to three times a year), acne, prehypertension, skin tags, hirsutism, insulin resistance (probably, not officially), hair loss, depression, and, most noticeably, obesity with weight carried around the waist. Uh. . . is that all of them?
I gained up to about 200 while starting college. After some lifestyle changes, in 1999-2000, I lost weight and weighed 170. I decided to also stop the birth control pills at that time. Then, in the summer of 2000, in only 3 months, I gained 60 pounds. That, my friends, is not “normal.”
Then, I slowly gained another 20 till I reached my largest at 250. Where I stayed till 2004.
In the spring of 2005, I finally made i below 200. Making it to 195 was not easy. 16 of the last 21 pounds came off so incredibly slow . . . I bounced between 216 and 210 from January to April. Finally from April to May I lost down to 200!! I was ecstatic about that because it meant I was no longer “obese.” It meant I was halfway there. It meant I wouldn’t be wearing plus sized clothing much longer.
Depression and PCOS.
From about 2002 to 2004, I ignored the fact that I had PCOS. I just counted it as fact and didn’t think about it. But, I spent most of 2004 depressed . . . real depression. I started talking to a counselor and dealing with some of my “warpy thoughts” in the winter of 2004. However, it was a conversation with my mom in January that caused me to make the PCOS/depression relationship. This revelation then triggered my desire to get serious about attacking my PCOS. I read online that for PCOS women the first line for chemically helping depression should be Metformin and not anti-depressants. So, I thought . . . I have to get back on Met. However, for the first two months I was back on Met, I was so lethargic. Then I read about the B12/calcium deficiency that Met can cause and started taking supplements to counter that. And, finally, for the first time in about a year and a half (maybe even 2-3 years in whole), I felt “normal.”
And then . . .
Something happened. Life got busy and stressful. For awhile it was ok, the benefits from the exercise and metformin were still at work in my body. So, in the fall of 2005, I was still under 200–almost to 190 even. And, I wasn’t really making any effort to work hard at fighting PCOS. Then I stopped taking Met and was only had good intentions. I wanted to do what was good, but just didn’t don’t have the discipline to do it.
But then, in the late spring of 2006 I realized I had gained back to 230ish. Huh? Why? How? I didn’t do anything different in the spring than I had done in the fall and winter. It seemed to just slam back on over night. And stop right there at 230. I don’t know. I don’t even wanna pretend to understand PCOS.
In addition, recently I have noticed that PCOS symptoms–hair loss, acne, skin tags, hirsutism, fatigue–are all coming back with vengence. And, I had only 2 periods in the last year. That is not good, not good at all.
Even so, right now, I wanna live in denial, but know I can’t. I can’t becuase I don’t have any clothes to wear. I can’t because I want to be healthy. I can’t because if I don’t take action now, it will only get worse and be harder later. I can’t because I know PCOS doesn’t have to win over me. I am a little discouraged, a little hopeful, and only a little motivated.
I know that just a 5% loss in body weight can help reduce the severity of PCOS symptoms. So, that is my first short term goal.
So, that is where I am as I start this blog and try to journey my way back to health. Care to join me?