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Just a quick update...

Ironic that in my last post - which was quite awhile ago - that I mentioned that my metabolism sucked.
Turns out that it's an actual medical diagnosis.  Sucky Metabolism.  Well, that's not the real term for it.  But essentially my metabolism is completely and utterly broken.  So for those of you wondering "how can she only be eating 1200 calories, working out 2+ hours a day and still not being losing copious amounts of weight???"  WELL - the answer is because my body won't let me.  It thinks I'm anorexic.  Like seriously underweight.  Which I'm seriously not.  I'm also hypoglycemic and my blood sugar plumets when I eat (like below 50) and my insulin soars.  Both of those events send signals to my brain that I'm "starving" and need to eat immediately.  So what I thought was a completely lack of self control (WHY am I hungry - I Just ate???!) was actually my body screaming at me to eat.
I've learned a lot over the last year about leptin levels ( blood tests show my leptin levels are at 10.3. They should be 36+) and how the brain works together with certain hormones to control how your body does (and doesn't!!) lose weight.

I'm going to try to start blogging my progress with Dr. Emily Cooper as we unravel all that is my "sucky metabolism"!!

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