I went to see my acupuncturist the other day. I told him that my depression was much better. He said that he could tell. He asked me if I wanted to work on my weight, as well. It wouldn't cost anything more than what I was paying for the session and he could just add more needles to my ear for afterwards.
I didn't know what to say. So I said yes. But if I could have had time to think about it, I would have said no. Of course I want to lose weight- but this is not how I want to do it. I don't want to lose weight using something external to me that has to be maintained indefinitely. Because, really, it would- I can't see any other way it could work as long as I am on my meds. And I don't want to be doing acupuncture forever- I can't even afford it. And I was going for depression. Why couldn't he leave it at that?
Well, the next day I was ravenous- I was so hungry all day long. Although probably because I skipped breakfast because I had no food at home. But still- not a great testament to the power of acupuncture to help with my apetite. And that sealed my decision. I am quitting acupuncture. I think it has done what it was going to do with my depression- and my bank account cannot afford more.
Maybe it is just my ego that was hurt. But I am not going back. He should have asked me at the end of the session- for next time. I had no time to think. I know that he meant well. Or maybe he was just trying to hook me into continuing to come for treatments. But even if he meant well, I don't care. I am tired of unsolicited "help" about my weight.
At least my grandmother didn't mention my weight this year. But then again, she now has pretty bad macular degeneration in both eyes. So who knows what she saw.
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