It's my Goliath

"Alright Amy, looks like we have everything under control with your meds. We will put you back under care  of your Dr. back home."
"Great, that is such great news."
"But, there's one more thing Amy.  The next step is, well, I want you to work hard on losing weight."

You could have a heard a pin drop.  I tried not to glance at my sister sitting beside me for fear that a tear might slide down my face.  I took a deep breath.

"Okay, I will  try my best" I heard it come out of my mouth, but it didn't even feel like me responding.
"I know this is hard for you, I'm hoping now that we got your thyroid right, that maybe that will help."

I shook my head.  My mind in a blur. I got up and walked out of the room. My sister was quiet, because she knew the pain that had always plagued me where weight was concerned.

It had been a long 1 1/2 years since it all began.  A simple surgery that ended in a bout of heart failure. I'd been trying ever since to get back to normal. To feel better, to get my thyroid back on track, to stop swelling, to be able to make it home and not have to take a 2 hour nap just to make it to bedtime.  And now, the only thing left to do was to lose weight.

To some, it may sound simple.  Most people who think it sounds easy probably have never had a weight problem, or who seriously overate and could just cut back.  Neither of these have been my plight.

Dr said, "Well, you have a predisposition to be overweight. Your height certainly isn't working in your favor. And your thyroid.."

Did he just call me a smurf?
No, he just called me short.

As we walked out to the car, she put her arm around me, gave me a squeeze and said I'm sorry Ame.  But you can do it.

She's right. I can do it.

This is my Goliath.
And I will fight it, one stone at a time.

1 Samuel 17:49  David put his hand in his bag, took out a stone, slung it, and struck the Philistine on his forehead; the stone sank into his forehead, and he fell face down on the ground.