I may have already talked about this before, but please forgive me if I’m keeping on. A lot of articles just lately, newspapers, magazines, have suggested to me about losing weight. I know that I’m a little on the porky side and I would love to drop a dress size. It would of course mean a whole new wardrobe, but I think that it would be worth it. If only it were that easy.
The ‘in’ thing is to get me exercising. Cycling seems to be favoured at present. Everyone should get on their bike. Boris suggested that everyone ought to get a bike, some even provided on the NHS and his idea of giving everyone £50 service payments for their bikes lost it’s wheels when the website crashed!
Running seems to be out of favour although a strong contingent of people take pride in their Couch to 5K achievements.
Walking, briskly, is a good way of shedding the kilos but all of the aforementioned require a working pair of legs, which I haven’t got and haven’t had for many years. So the kilos have crept on my hips and waist and thighs and bum never to be lost.
I’ve told you this before, but finding out exactly how much weight needs to come off has been a challenge to say the least. I have visited Outpatients Departments, A & E Departments and have been sent on a grand tour of my local hospital in order to find a pair of working scales which need to be attached to a hoist with a sling which has a weighing mechanism incorporated because I cannot stand up on my own. As I am aware, the hospital does possess such apparatus. It is required for operations and for physiotherapy purposes, I know these things exist, however clearly not for the likes of me.
Someone must know. If I have a starting point then I can set goals for myself. As it is, I have no idea about my weight in kilograms or stones. I might weigh 14 stone 6 pounds or 12 stone 1 pound, I just don’t know. What I do know is that somebody, somewhere can help me.
I feel like the forgotten or ‘written off’ section of society that should just go away. I am not the only wheelchair user who can’t stand up for myself, literally or metaphorically. There must be thousands of us who just need a helping hand. MS is an incurable condition and clearly my weight or health is not important enough any more.
In this so-called age of diversity and inclusion why can’t I do something as basic as finding out how heavy I am? After my diagnosis, like many others, the NHS washed it’s hands of me and sent me home with a pamphlet.
I could go to a veterinary surgery or a racing stables and have large animals weighed, is this what I need to do?
Does anyone want to see me that degraded?