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Carol Perkins: Fat Free

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By Carol Perkins

He came through the kitchen holding a bag of chips and a pack of Nabs (crackers) and looked at me as the kid who took the cookie.

"What?" I asked.

Guy knew what I was thinking. "Aren't you going to tell me I don't need these?" he said.

My reply was (and is), "You're a grown man."


Guy is diabetic, has high blood pressure, a heart condition, and gout. He takes a truckload of pills and complains. "I wonder if I need all these?" He needs them to live; he knows that.

I also want to remind him what his primary doctor has been saying, "Losing a few pounds will help your condition."

He knows that. "But my sugar is not too high," he'll say.

My reply is the same. "You're a grown man."

I police his health. I never buy junk. He does. He thinks if the packages say, "Sugar Free," he is safe, but his doctor has explained otherwise and urges him to lose weight.

"A heart patient doesn't need excess weight in the middle," his doctor explains. If he loses two pounds, he eats a reward.

A few months ago, his primary care doctor asked him about taking the weight-loss shot.

Reluctantly, Guy agreed. "You'll have to give them to me," he said as if he were five.

I stuck the needle, which was so small I could barely see it, into his stomach, and he groaned.

"That hurt," he complained. This man served four years in the Navy; surely he could endure a tiny shot.

The first month, he lost a pound. His doctor increased the dosage, and the next month he lost six.

"I don't like how they make me feel," he whined.

"How do they made you feel," I asked.

"I don't have any appetite," he said. I reminded him of the purpose.

"But I love to eat, and now I don't want to. My one pleasure in life is gone!"

So, he quit the shots.

When I told his primary doctor about the slow weight loss but not the whining, he increased the dosage, and I brought home another round.

"I want to keep you around awhile," I said.

"Oh, alright, but can I finish the strawberry pie. It's fat free."

My reply, "You're a grown man."


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