What I’ve Noticed About Myself While Taking Prednisone for MG
Nobody said this life would be easy. We all endure storms we barely make it out of alive. Throw an autoimmune disease like myasthenia gravis into the mix, and life can go from “not easy” to “WTF?” But then you adjust, and “WTF?” becomes your everyday life.
During this transition, it’s easy to fall into the trap of “rewarding” ourselves for surviving each day with our favorite comfort foods. I never used to be food-motivated — until prednisone entered the picture.
I found that the higher my prednisone dose, the greater my appetite and cravings became. This made it easy to justify those treats, because I was hungry and craving them, after all. My body must have needed some nutrient in the food I wanted, right? It was too much work to fight the cravings, so I just ate whatever I wanted.
I noticed the number on the scale slowly creep up.
I was so tired that I’d choke any time I tried to eat a thick pork chop or steak. So I’d often stick with a box of pasta, which is easy to prepare and eat.
I started noticing back fat I’d never had before.
I was still choking on food, so my amazing husband cut my supper up into tiny pieces fit for a toddler. But I felt embarrassed and aggravated that I couldn’t eat what or how I wanted, so I’d have a huge bowl of ice cream after supper. The cold helps alleviate some of my bulbar symptoms, after all.
I noticed none of my clothes fit anymore.
I cried myself to sleep because I was getting fat. I couldn’t breathe, bathe myself, or walk very far. I couldn’t eat real food without my bulbar symptoms flaring. “Life sucks,” I thought, “so I’m going to eat all the cookies and junk food.”
I noticed my joints were hurting more. My chronic pain had increased right along with my weight.
I talked with my personal trainer, who also happens to be my husband, and complained about the moon face and weight gain. He called my bluff: It wasn’t all prednisone. Prednisone was the trigger, but I allowed myself to become a target.
Myasthenia gravis takes so much from us on a daily basis that it can be easy to let it take more than its fair share. I permitted MG to steal my confidence and self-worth. I handed over my quality of life.
Until I noticed I had a choice.
Prednisone still makes me crave junk food. But instead of a chocolate bar, I now grab one of the protein bars we keep stocked in the cupboard. Instead of ice cream, I fill a bowl with watermelon to satisfy my sweet tooth. I give myself grace and ask for help when I need it.
And you know what I’ve noticed?
My smile is back. I’m more aware of how different foods make me feel, and since I started tracking what I eat, I’ve realized I have more control than I thought I did over this disease.
The prednisone didn’t make me fat. It opened the door and I ran right through it. I may have done this, but I can undo it, too. I’m down 4 pounds since last month. The weight won’t come off as fast as it went on, but that’s OK.
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