Dr Susan Miller - Weight Loss Specialist Facebook ad: “Reduces menopause symptoms naturally”

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I literally cried in my doctor's office about my body turning into a rectangle. She said I could be depressed. My name is Willa Hargrove. I'm the front office secretary at a middle school in Omaha, Nebraska. My skirt size went from 16 to 10 this summer. The scale said 181 in May and 158 in August, 23 pounds, and the tape went from 39 to 32.5. A year ago I sat in my doctor's office with a tissue in each hand. This October the same doctor went looking through my pharmacy records. The Square And The Rectangle : I sit behind the front counter of a school with 700 kids in it. Late slips, nurse passes, lost retainers, parents yelling about the car line. Somewhere around 50 my body stopped being mine. My face went square. My waist went from a 35 to nothing, my whole middle straight up and down like a box. I was eating what I'd always eaten. Oatmeal, a salad at my desk, whatever Gus grilled for dinner. Picture day was the worst. The photographer makes staff go first, and every year I'd look at the proof and see a stranger with my glasses on. The Day I Cried : Last October I went to Dr. Corinna Vale for my physical. She asked how I was doing, and I lost it. I literally cried in my doctor's office. Ugly crying, nose running, the whole thing. I told her my face was turning into a square and my body a rectangle. I didn't know who I was looking at anymore. She handed me the box of tissues, listened, and then told me I might be depressed. She said I could be depressed. Yeah. I WAS depressed. About the rectangle. She wrote down "mood" and gave me the name of a therapist. I went, because I do what I'm told. Being Good, Itemized : - Therapy, 10 sessions at $40: $400 - Online menopause program: $1,290 - Gym membership: $600 - New work clothes in bigger sizes: $590 Total: $2,880 The therapist was kind and helped me sleep better. My belly didn't care. The menopause program was 12 weeks of videos, a meal plan with a lot of lentils, and a private group where women posted their measurements every Friday. I posted 39 inches 12 Fridays in a row. Then I stopped posting. The Belt In The Front Office : Bonita watches the lunchroom. She's 61, she's been at the school since the building opened, and she wears her lanyard tucked into a cardigan pocket. The week before spring break she walked into the front office in a fitted blouse with a belt. The vice principal stopped in the middle of a sentence. "What happened to you?" I said. She pulled her cardigan sleeve up an inch. "The girl who does my nails wears one," she said. "My stress was sitting on my stomach. This got it off." $65. I ordered it at the attendance desk after the last bell, while the buses were pulling out. When it came, I put it in my desk drawer and didn't put it on until May 1. I was tired of starting things. May Through August : The first thing I noticed was the puffiness. By the middle of May my stomach stopped swelling up by 2 in the afternoon. In June Gus came up behind me while I was doing dishes and put his arms around my waist. He said, "Well, look who's back," and I had to put the plate down. In July I wore a dress to my niece's shower that I'd bought in 2019 and never zipped. In August the photographer did the staff photos again. I'm 54. I looked at the proof and saw my own face. Not the square one. Mine. What She Said This Time : This October I went back to Dr. Vale for my physical. She put me on the scale. 158. Her tape went around my stomach at the belly button. 32.5. She squinted at her own screen, then she turned it so I could see the pharmacy records, every fill for a year. "I'm looking for the shots," she said. "Wegovy, Zepbound, anything. You're not on anything." "No." "Who's your other doctor?" "I don't have one." She sat back. "Last year you cried in that chair and I wrote 'mood.' I didn't write 'belly.' I was wrong about which one would move." A year ago she'd pushed the tissues across the desk at me. Now she was the one staring at a screen that didn't add up. I told her about Bonita and the band. She asked to see it, turned my wrist toward the light, and asked what it was supposed to be doing. "Calming the stress," I said. "The thing you were treating with the therapist. It was in my stomach the whole time." She didn't argue. She told me to come back in 6 months so she could measure me again, and she sounded like she meant it. The Lockdown Announcement : That night Gus asked what a bracelet had to do with a belly. Cortisol is the stress hormone. Mine had been stuck on since my periods stopped, and stuck on, it parks fat in the belly first. "It's the lockdown drill," I said. "The announcement comes on and everybody stays put in the middle of the building until somebody says all clear. My body never got the all clear." Gus asked the only question Gus ever asks. "Does it cost a lot?" "Less than 2 of my therapy copays," I said. "And you only buy it once." The band presses a spot on my wrist and has small magnets in it. By the end of May my skirt quit turning sideways on me. By August Gus could get both arms around me with room to spare, and the weight the stress had stacked on me since 50 was coming off belly first. The Tissue Box : Last week, when I left the exam room, I passed the same box of tissues on the corner of her desk. I didn't need one. I straightened it on my way out. Monday morning a 6th grader came to the front counter with a late slip and a lost retainer. I stood up to help her, tucked my blouse in, and didn't think about my stomach once. 👉 If a doctor ever looked at your new body and told you it was your mood, Click below to discover the Kalm Bracelet. Just $64.90 at the official store. Measure your waist at the belly button on a Monday morning, then every other Monday for 16 weeks. https://mykalm.co/original-bracelet
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