The Story

Have you ever had that defining moment? When, suddenly, you think “Fuck this noise,” and decide to do something about it?

This was my moment:

Recently diagnosed with PCOS at the ripe age of 31, I was back on the Pill after a year’s flirtation with a Mirena coil that DID NOT GO WELL. In my year off, I had Pelvic Inflammation Disease twice, countless UTIs, massive weight gain (about 3 stone), and acne that spread from my neck to my kneecaps.

I was happy to be back on the Pill. The acne disappeared in a couple of weeks, and the weight gain halted. I wasn’t getting any smaller, but I wasn’t getting any bigger either.

I’d had my first three months of the Pill, and needed a check-up before I was allowed any more. Not fussed, I turned up for my appointment, expecting the usual blood pressure check, box ticked, off to the pharmacy you go.

But no. The GP I saw (not my usual doctor, the marvellous Dr.M.) told me he needed to weigh me before we went any further. Not off to the best start – I HATE scales. With a passion. Never not once have I been happy after standing on a set of scales. They are the devil’s mistress.

Reluctantly, I hopped on. I hopped off, and the doctor said he was reluctant to authorise my Pill until I lost some weight. He must have meant for the diet to start there, because there was no sugar coating.

I was gobsmacked. I managed to persuade him that taking me off the Pill would only make me balloon even further than I already had. I was given three more cycles of the Pill, and told that if I hadn’t lost weight in the next three months then I would have to come off it.

I went home and cried. A lot. And then I booked the next appointment Dr.M. had available. She is not worried about my weight as it stands. What she does want me to be aware of is the increased insulin resistance I faced as a result of PCOS. But she also told me that popular, highly publicised weight loss methods would not work for me, because of the insulin resistance.

So, that was my moment. I’m not actively trying to lose weight, but I am actively trying to reduce my risk of diabetes, because after all the things I already have, I really don’t need to add diabetes to that list.

90% of the information I’ve found on PCOS is total, well, BS.

I am not going to tell you that becoming vegan will “cure” your PCOS, because it won’t/can’t.

I won’t post before & after pictures of myself.       

I won’t talk obsessively about my weight, because it really is the least interesting thing about me.

I won’t tell you all about my gym plan, because I don’t and likely won’t have one.

I will tell you about what is working for me.

I will tell you about what is absolutely not working for me.

If you want to make suggestions, I will try them out and be honest about the results.

I am not a trained medical professional, nutritionist or dietician.

I’m a human being with some bumpy ovaries. Let’s talk about it.