Monday, May 19, 2008
I always know when it's a full moon.
Things are always, well....off.
Kids, hubby, me...trying to get out of the funk today, but had no luck.
Things peeved me all gosh darn day. And no, it's not my TOM. I deleted my earlier blog... too pessimistic, even for me. That's was not me...stress, yes, but not me.
The bile duct thing really threw me out of my mojo. I've been trying to get it back ever since, but I'm too pooped to pop. I should be doing sit ups right now, but I went to bed so late last night I have no energy. Thanks dh for the caffenated tea!
Oh well, tomorrow is a new day, right? I'll do my strength during lunchbreak.
Good news here!! We scheduled 2 more camping trips - HOORAY!!!! I'm so excited! We are going this weekend and we are ready to rock! A couple new things to work on - the awning, the new grill...I can't wait!
So good night, dear hearts. Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Many of you don't know this, but I don't eat ice cream at all. Used to, but now I cannot. Even the slightest lick will get me sick. Something changed in my body that cannot digest the fats created in ice cream. I'm not lactose intolerant (been tested), I eat cheeses and milks daily with no problem...it's just the darned ice cream, or so I thought.
In 1998 I had my gall bladder removed after, oh, let's say 10 years of suffering from attacks. After that, my system was all screwed up, as it sometimes gets when it comes out. It seemed that every 2 years, I would still have gall bladder type pain. I had these attacks even thru my pregnancies. One day, it got so bad, I went to the hospital, told the ER doc about my duct problem, he told me it was probably gas and then later profusely apologized to me when the sonogram came back showing a huge, inflamed bile duct. They did an ESRP scope down my gullet and pulled out "sludge." Sounds pretty, huh?
So long story short, my gastro guy told me that I should just really watch the fats, blah blah blah. I have a tendency to over produce "sludge" or teeny tiny stones.
Since SP, I've been a maven about watching and recording everything, so it didn't take me long to find the offending culprits in my diet. Light cheesecake on Mother's Day (MIL made it special for me), eggplant and garlic & oil pasta (eggplant get saturated with oil), and I treated myself to a chocolate glazed Dunkin Donut because I was under cals....bad move - that was the straw that broke the camels back.
Midmorning yesterday, my attack came, turned my upper abdomen into a tight spasming playground from you know where, and I was down and out on the couch. Called in the troops for backup (DH and dad) and by mid afternoon the sludge had passed. I'm so used to the feeling of it passing I know exactly when it happens. Scary.
Total tally of cals yesterday: 485
Total tally today: 990
I get scared to eat anything, especially fats, even though it is most likely gone for a while. If I had one wish to make, it would be for this to go away for good. I think I can get a stent put in to keep it open...something to talk about with my gastro guy. Until then, I have to live with my stupid bile duct.
PS - I am totally fine today, like nothing ever happened...so weird, huh?
Monday, May 12, 2008
I wanted to sharewith everyone what my almost 4 year old gave me.
It's a piece of paper with questions anwered my him and written by his teacher. Here it is:
Name is: Danny
My Mom is 4 years old.
Some of my Mom's favorites are:
tv show: little bell (Little Bill)
song: Superman (huh?)
story: Mrs. Jeepers (I was reading them a book with that character in it)
I love it when my Mother: EXERCISES (I almost cried over that one)
My mother and I like to: play the drums (again, huh?)
My mother is great because: she loves me
I will honor my mother today by: not crying (does it everyday at drop off)
I really teared up in the daycare when I read about the exercising thing...5 months ago it would have been something completely different. So I guess I have a mini-goal accomplished - to be a good example for my kids. DONE!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
There are a ton of things flipping inside my head over the last few days, and I realized I haven't blogged in over a week. The house is quiet now and I can think, and I think that is the most quiet I'll be getting for a while, so I might as well hop on now!
A couple of things went on this past week - a communion being the most prevalent in my mind. It was a large family gathering, composed mostly of people I had not seen since I was pushing the limites of my XL clothes. A month or so ago, my sis and I went shopping and I bought a new top - size L. I cleaned out my closet too and found my "skinny" pants I bought 3 years ago - size 14. New jewelry that I treated myself to and a pair of heels and I was set! Ooo lala! I shocked a few people, to put it mildly.
Then I was thinking about goals and such...I'm about 10 pounds away from my goal, believe it or not. I figured that I'd just lighten up and try to maintain 150. But what if I don't want to? What if my body keeps going on it's own? The thought of being a size M blows my mind!! Can I maintain that? My sisters are that size - why not me?!
Will being a "thin" girl change me? I can tell you something right now...all I want to do is go shopping! It's like an addiction creeping up on me. I can FEEL it! Instead of food - it's clothes. I've never liked shopping before - now I can't wait to go! I've bought some really cool accessories that even my diva sister has drooled over - not a lot of money, but really cool nonetheless.
So I guess what I've been mulling over is the internal/external body image thing. I don't think it will change me, but how can it not? The core of my being will always be the same (God, I hope so). It does not matter what you look like on the outside, but what is on the inside. It's a hard mental thing when you start mulling it over. Too deep for right now, but something to think about.
On a lighter note:
At the supermarket yesterday midday (alone), 2 guys were checking me out. It was so crazy obvious it was not funny. I put 2 flax roll-ups in my basket and next thing I knew, one of them picked up the same thing and looked at it. I was on the deli line waiting to be served. You have to pick a number. He didn't. They didn't order a thing. They were waiting for 5 minutes, until I turned just slightly and yawned...in doing so, I flashed my rock...next thing I knew, they scurried away to the produce section! Talk about a boost! Too funny!
The very, very, very best thing about these last 2 weeks was doing a challenge to kick my butt out of plateau mode. I can't tell you how helpful it was to do that! And all it really was, was pushing my own limits! Imagine that! I will definitely be doing that again!
A big thanks to those who helped me on the train out of Funkietown!
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'll have to put some old photos of hubby and me up on this page. I just found some old photos from 10 years ago. Holey moley! Were we heavy!
I don't even look like myself today. It was actually shocking and sad to me that I waited so long to take control of my body's health and tears were welling up in my eyes. The lack of self esteem, the poor body image, the hateful and self-depricating feelings that I put upon myself during my teens and twenties - it all came rushing back.
I said to myself before I got pregnant with my 3rd child and was a size 12, that I was done living like that. I'm glad to see that that fire was still burning within my soul, because I am done with that heavy mentality.
When I went to my 15th highschool reunion a year and a half ago (yes, we have those - more like a cocktail hour really) - people I had met said I looked great and better than I did in high school. Imagine that! I just had a baby, that's probably why they said it. Unfortunately a lot of weight came back after that..I like to call it the busy mommy weight. Well - that is slowly going away now. New goal for me - to be fit and healthy for my 20th reunion in a few years...I'll be the one putting the others to shame. I'm gonna be THAT girl that knowbody recognizes from highschool. Confident, healthy, happy! I don't plan on being a size 6 either. If it happens, great, but let's face it - I'm one of the most realistic people you are going to meet. A size 12 will do just fine. One of my best friends from school lives in NC and doesn't even know what I'm doing - I figured I'll surprise her when she comes to visit her parents this summer.
I've always said that the 30s is when life begins. I said it when I was in my twenties. I still strongly believe that now that I am halfway through.
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