When I was living on my own, my diet consisted mostly of whatever was on sale at the local co-op supplemented with fast food. I didn't have a scale at the time but I wouldn't be surprised if I put on a good ton of weight while there. Frankly, with the pain issues, I'm sort of surprised I haven't ballooned up like a Macy's float. I get zilch exercise and I probably get less activity now than anyone not wheelchair bound. I've always been a big sort of person but by anyone's estimate I should have hit the mark for only being movable by a fork lift by now.
I've thought about going back on a diet of some sort, but the entire idea just depresses me. It's not like it'd be hard. I never found those low-carb diets to be very cumbersome and I did lose a huge amount of weight the last time I gave it a whirl. What stops me from doing it again is the fact that it seems like a complete waste of effort. What would be the point? It's not like I would reap any benefits. I don't go out much at all and with the medical issues, it's not like it'd improve my social life. About the only benefit might be putting off any potential heart attack and frankly, I'm not always certain that that would be a good thing.
What I really need is something better than just pain medication. I really need something that will arrest the condition or even cause it to go into remission. Of course, none of that exists right now to my knowledge. Without the potential for any sort of treatment that will actually help, I'm just stuck treading water.
Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.