
Twelve years ago I worked in an office with a gal who desperately wanted to shed 30 pounds - and needed to- but one fad diet after another never resulted in much change in her weight. She’d give one diet the ol’ college try, then get discouraged, give up and a month or two later be on to the next one.
One day, I found her in the lunch room consuming the components of her newest eating plan, which, looking back on it, must have been what is now popularly known as The Atkins diet. She was munching on a block of cheese and some brown, crunchy protein snacky things that were the shape of a palm sized lopsided frisbee, and looked like the texture of the puffy kind of Cheetos, with none of the flavor. These things were unappetizing as sin and reminded me of those pig ears you give dogs to chew on. I can’t remember what she called them, but I was unequivocally grossed out.
As she devoured one of them, in a manner not altogether dissimilar to a ravenous lion caged too long at the mercy of a zookeeper who has been asleep at the wheel, she explained excitedly that she could have all the fat and protein she wanted on this new diet. She gnawed off a chunk from her bright orange slab of cheddar as she watched me take a bite of my homemade pasta salad. I watched her. She watched me. Both of us in mid-mastication of our food. I imagined her cheese melted in a bowl with big corn tortilla chips being stuck into it - by me- with a little salsa on the side. I didn’t tell her my fantasy, because that would add carbohydrate insult to carbohydrate injury.
As I pondered a day without carbs, let alone a few weeks or months, it dawned on me that indeed, dieting would make me feel like I was stuck in a cage; and I got the sense from the sadness in her eyes that the fat she was trying to be free from, and the food constraints she had to live under to try to lose it, were her private little hellish prison that she felt stuck in. I decided the caged lion analogy really wasn’t too far off, but it saddened me, so as I nonchalantly pulled my brown lunch bag in front of my tupperware container of pasta to block her view, I made a mental image of her as a beautiful butterfly that was being birthed from its cocoon into a new world, for a new life, with a new body, wearing new pretty colors.
The butterfly morphed into her, spinning around like Wonder Woman in a sexy bright patterned dress, as I toyed with whether or not I thought it could happen by eating more sharp Cheddar in one sitting than most people do in a year. I imagined the economy of Wisconsin would be forever indebted to her. I continued to ponder: regardless of whether she could achieve Wonder Woman-Butterflydom by eating that way, could it be healthy to not eat fruit? I felt sorry for her. How desperately she must have wanted to lose weight to go to such extremes.
As I contemplated whether I could smuggle my saran wrapped, homemade chocolate chip cookies from the brown lunch sack, into my pocket, without her noticing, and make it back to my cubicle for a little dessert snack, she casually mentioned that it was probably her thyroid causing her problem. It was the reason she couldn’t lose weight.
Knowing that the thyroid gland is shaped like a butterfly, her comment made me wonder if she had read my mind with the butterfly image. How ironic, I thought, as I shamed myself for automatically thinking that her ”low thyroid” theory was just an excuse to justify laziness and a lack of willpower. that was how I thought back then. But today, I know differently. There was probably more truth to her theory than even she knew, because due to the increasing number of environmental toxins that we consume everyday, the thyroid is under more assault than it ever has been before.
It is the key to vitality and healthy energy levels, and it regulates metabolism. Nowadays, more doctors are recognizing that even when someone falls within textbook “normal” ranges, symptomatically, he or she could still have hypothyroidism. It is great to get tested when you are perfectly healthy, to obtain a baseline level of what is normal for you, in the event that you one day develop thyroid problems. But if you are already having symptoms of low energy, difficulty losing weight, skin problems, depression, foggy thinking and fatigue, see an experienced doctor with regulating hormones. And when getting tested, it is key to not only test TSH level but also the free T3 and free T4 levels. If you are seeing a doctor who only tests the TSH level, you are with the wrong doctor!
So, you may be wondering if my office mate ever achieved her weight goals. I left that job too soon into her protein/cheese diet to know the final results. I just know she had moved onto Swiss by the time I left. But I can tell you that today, whenever I see a butterfly, I think of her.