I'm not sure what it means in terms of general health when you gain weight if you don't have a thyroid problem and you're not eating a lot of bad foods. But to me, it looks like health. My body is working so poorly right now that I struggle to keep weight on. I would feel happy if I were healthy enough to have the problem most people do (and that I've had in the past) of needing to go on a diet from time to time to shed unwanted pounds. I do not have a thyroid problem; it was just tested. I think it's a function of being unwell. No appetite. Restricted diet. Poor absorption of nutrients. Not a good thing.
It's too bad we live in a society that values being skinny as an aesthetic paradigm for women. I'm getting weary of explaining to well-meaning people who comment how wonderful it must be to be so thin that I am thin because I am sick and I'd give anything to be more well no matter how much weight that means I might gain. I would trade places with them in a heartbeat. When I can go back to the gym without becoming totally exausted before I even start, and I can eat like a normal person, and I can sleep through the night, and I don't hurt everyday; when I don't feel like the life has been sucked out of me and I can once again be the wife, partner, mother, and friend I used to be - that is when I will rejoice that finally I have reached my goal of health. If when I get there I weigh 150 pounds, I can't imagiine that it will dim my joy at all. Lyme has reorganized my priorities.
I'm not meaning to trivialize anyone's feelings; I'm just speaking for myself. As I read your posts, I felt envious. I look forward to the day when I am well enough to gain weight. Just a different perspective. Take care,
Post Edited (Willowrose) : 10/4/2009 10:12:14 PM (GMT-6)