You may or may not be aware of this, but I’m in martial arts these days and have decided to go for my black belt. If I make it, I’ll be the second woman in my school to achieve one. The style that I am in is pretty tough so not many people survive after orange and even less for women.
Anyway, Tuesday night, I went to class and received a pretty good injury. I’ve been avoiding the doctor because I HATE doctors. Well, yesterday I was moving around way too much on my injury and I really felt it last night big time. So, I decided it was time to just buck up and go to the doctor.
I find out my doctor is on vacation until the 21st of May and I had to see another doctor. I went to see the head doctor which kind of surprised me because I’ve only seen him once before after my gall bladder surgery and I had tracheaits.
I get on the stupid scale and I’m up 2 ½ pounds. Ok, instant piss off. I try all the mind talk with myself about not getting upset over it, but it didn’t work. I do not understand how I can increase my weight by 2 ½ pounds and go down another dress size.
I get in the room; the nurse checks me over and leaves. I lay back on the table thinking about how sick and tired I am of that stupid scale and I was also going to talk to him about a body fat percentage test. The doctor comes in and he checks my injury, I get to go get x-rays, yippee! He asks me how I got it and I told him the ugly story.
So before he can boot me out . . . I stop him and ask for two things. One was the script for my PT, not a problem, no big deal. The second was the body fat percentage test. He tried to get me to buy one of those stupid scales . . . and I told him no I needed something more accurate. I told him why I wanted to know that. He told me that the most accurate test was to be submerged in a tank of water.
Then he stops and sits there for a minute . . . you know, like he was getting ready to have a serious conversation with me. I’m thinking, “Utoh, what did I just do? Ok, bring it on.”
He tells me that most athletes don’t even weigh themselves. They are more concerned with running that extra mile or doing something by a certain time frame. I told him that I don’t weigh myself, the only time that it bugs me is when I come in here. He told me to tell the nurses not to weigh me anymore. He tells me why they weigh most people, but for athletes, they are more lenient on weight.
He also talked about some of the athletes that he treats that are way over their charted weight. He tells them not to worry about it because the body will regulate itself for the type of activity to protect itself and perform the activity.
He then verbally patted me on the head and sent me off for my x-ray to come back with my pictures.
I come back and they take me to the room. I wait and he comes in telling me that no bones were broken and that I have really strong healthy bones and good strong joints. Ok, cool. I ask him when I would be able to return to Karate and he didn’t answer me. So I brought it to his attention that he didn’t answer my question. He said that he knew that and did it intentionally. He gave me the as we age speech. I just said, I don’t care about that, what things do I have to be aware of that will signal that I can return. He told me.
Then he said, “You know it’s going to depend on the attitude and the nutrition as well as the rest.” I nodded, I do know that. He started to tell me about nutrition and he could tell by the conversation that I did know a wee bit about nutrition. Then he tells me that athletes need to be careful.
I go and get some lunch, because by this time it’s lunchtime. And in my car . . . I’m thinking about how happy I am that I can get my knee taken care of so that will be one less thing out of the way preventing me from achieving my black belt. Then it dawned on me. Was he referring to me as an athlete? Was he classifying me in that category? OMG! An athlete? I’ve never consider myself as that.
Then I started thinking . . . look at what I’m doing. The reason I’m going to PT. Being in there with a sports related injury. Kind of anal retentive about my diet and how I fuel it. The amount that I practice and what my goals are . . . could it be . . . could I be an actual athlete and not even know it? I think I am. Holy cow, I’ve never thought or seen myself in that light.
What a trip to the doctor.
Keta.
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Anyway, Tuesday night, I went to class and received a pretty good injury. I’ve been avoiding the doctor because I HATE doctors. Well, yesterday I was moving around way too much on my injury and I really felt it last night big time. So, I decided it was time to just buck up and go to the doctor.
I find out my doctor is on vacation until the 21st of May and I had to see another doctor. I went to see the head doctor which kind of surprised me because I’ve only seen him once before after my gall bladder surgery and I had tracheaits.
I get on the stupid scale and I’m up 2 ½ pounds. Ok, instant piss off. I try all the mind talk with myself about not getting upset over it, but it didn’t work. I do not understand how I can increase my weight by 2 ½ pounds and go down another dress size.
I get in the room; the nurse checks me over and leaves. I lay back on the table thinking about how sick and tired I am of that stupid scale and I was also going to talk to him about a body fat percentage test. The doctor comes in and he checks my injury, I get to go get x-rays, yippee! He asks me how I got it and I told him the ugly story.
So before he can boot me out . . . I stop him and ask for two things. One was the script for my PT, not a problem, no big deal. The second was the body fat percentage test. He tried to get me to buy one of those stupid scales . . . and I told him no I needed something more accurate. I told him why I wanted to know that. He told me that the most accurate test was to be submerged in a tank of water.
Then he stops and sits there for a minute . . . you know, like he was getting ready to have a serious conversation with me. I’m thinking, “Utoh, what did I just do? Ok, bring it on.”
He tells me that most athletes don’t even weigh themselves. They are more concerned with running that extra mile or doing something by a certain time frame. I told him that I don’t weigh myself, the only time that it bugs me is when I come in here. He told me to tell the nurses not to weigh me anymore. He tells me why they weigh most people, but for athletes, they are more lenient on weight.
He also talked about some of the athletes that he treats that are way over their charted weight. He tells them not to worry about it because the body will regulate itself for the type of activity to protect itself and perform the activity.
He then verbally patted me on the head and sent me off for my x-ray to come back with my pictures.
I come back and they take me to the room. I wait and he comes in telling me that no bones were broken and that I have really strong healthy bones and good strong joints. Ok, cool. I ask him when I would be able to return to Karate and he didn’t answer me. So I brought it to his attention that he didn’t answer my question. He said that he knew that and did it intentionally. He gave me the as we age speech. I just said, I don’t care about that, what things do I have to be aware of that will signal that I can return. He told me.
Then he said, “You know it’s going to depend on the attitude and the nutrition as well as the rest.” I nodded, I do know that. He started to tell me about nutrition and he could tell by the conversation that I did know a wee bit about nutrition. Then he tells me that athletes need to be careful.
I go and get some lunch, because by this time it’s lunchtime. And in my car . . . I’m thinking about how happy I am that I can get my knee taken care of so that will be one less thing out of the way preventing me from achieving my black belt. Then it dawned on me. Was he referring to me as an athlete? Was he classifying me in that category? OMG! An athlete? I’ve never consider myself as that.
Then I started thinking . . . look at what I’m doing. The reason I’m going to PT. Being in there with a sports related injury. Kind of anal retentive about my diet and how I fuel it. The amount that I practice and what my goals are . . . could it be . . . could I be an actual athlete and not even know it? I think I am. Holy cow, I’ve never thought or seen myself in that light.
What a trip to the doctor.
Keta.
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