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Celebrating the Small Victories

This may not seem like much....

but I've gained one pound!




I haven't seen a gain in any weight whatsoever in a year and a half. Instead, I've seen a steady decline, dropping pound after pound no matter how hard I've tried to beef up my caloric intake. I've had a lot to deal with over the past year and a half, no doubt. However, thoughts of feeding tubes and constantly intaking high caloric foods have been on my mind pretty consistently. To be honest, I'm pretty sick and tired of it.

I think my reason for gaining this pound is two fold. First, I'm on new enzymes that are very similar to the enzymes I was on before I lost all the weight. My old enzymes were taken off the market due to new FDA requirements, and I've had to play around with new enzymes and dosing since that happened. Finally, these new enzymes seem to be absorbing much better and helping me digest my food. It's wonderful not to have quite so many malabsorption problems!

Secondly, I'm religiously attending two toning classes at Baylor. I am definitely gaining muscle mass as a result, and, as we all know, muscle weighs more than fat. These muscles are helping my lungs work better, as well as building me an overall healthier body. Since coming to college last year, I have been exercising on a regular basis because I know that cardio workouts will help my lungs stay in shape, while muscle toning helps my body keep up with the daily demands I place on it.

So, yes, I'm happy that I weigh 93 pounds. It may not be a big victory, but a gain in any weight at this point provokes me to celebrate this achievement. I will get back to a healthy weight, one pound at a time!

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