"Have you considered eating less?" the GYN asked the nursing mother.
"No," I said.
"Because you know you need to. Your weight is too much."
And I laid it out for her. The whole sordid history, the regular workouts (3-4x a week, 60-90 min each) for the majority of 2003 - 2007, the good eating habits, even the period of calorie counting and gradual restriction, how a 1500-calorie a day diet left me constantly hungry, distracted and without enough energy to exercise, and how the only time I lost weight via exercise alone was when I was doing my workout before my boxing classes, so that I was in the gym for 120-150 minutes/day, 3-4 times a week.
Do I need to get some exercise? Absolutely. I loved the gym. When the weather's better, I can take the kids outside to play more, although even that isn't exactly a real workout. But damned if I can figure out when to pencil it in. And when I start it up again, I'll maybe lose five pounds or so, but that'll be it.
And I am eating a richer diet than normal right now, because of the "nursing mother" thing. Not on purpose, but I'm finding myself wanting food I don't usually want, and more of it. And, because I know I don't usually binge out on rich food, I'm willing to believe that this is a genuine call from my body for more carbs and fats. So it gets them.
She backed down. "I talk to all of my patients about weight. Maybe this is your body type."