The Price of Eating Clean

It’s one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t things. Around the first of May I began to eat Paleo. I’m sticking to it fairly well, making very little exceptions. My intentions were to eat clean and try to get rid of as much inflammation as possible, the 15 lbs. weightloss has just been a bonus. 

I’ve been a yo-yo dieter my entire adult life. This time has been different though. Instead of looking at it as a diet, it’s a lifestyle change. Also, I don’t feel like I’m depriving myself of anything. I’m not counting calories, I’m looking at labels. I’m aware of what I’m eating, and where it comes from. It’s been super easy for me. I don’t miss my old life style at all. I think the main difference this time is that when I eat, I think about how the good is going to make me feel. I know processed food makes me lethargic. Usually, at about the two week mark of a diet, I justify cheating on it. “Oh, I’ve been so good. This bread won’t matter.”  Then, I’m back to my old ways. This time, I don’t want to feel crappy, so I just don’t eat bread. I’ve cut out dairy, grains, and most carbs. 

My taster has changes as well. I never liked dark chocolate before, and now I find it delightful. I eat a lot of veggies and fruits now too. 

I also always thought eating clean would be very expensive. It’s not. I’m finding we spending less on food. 

So back to my damned if I do, damned if I don’t; I am in love with spinach salads all of a sudden. I actually look forward to eating them. My problem is that I think they cause horrible gas. My poor tummy. Just when I find myself eating right and feeling better, I dealing with this embarrassing side effect! Oh well, I can always blame it on the dog.  

Pushing Through

I’ve been very busy (for me) this week. Especially considering that I’d been in bed the past three weeks! I mean, I’d take McKenna to school, and cheer, but that was about the extent of it. This week, I’ve barely been at home. I’m so tired, and I have a killer headache, but I’m going to push through because I have a lot to do.

Now that it is summer, we do have the luxury of sleeping in, but there is just so much to do. This week was filled with doctors appointments, and after school summer, and cheer. I even managed that trip to The Dalles. Today it caught up with me. I spent the majority of yesterday working on my blog, and I messed it all up. Today, I spent half the day fixing it all. These are issues you have when medicated, and brain fog. I wish I could get the time back, but oh well. I learned some lessons; research, and then research again! Also, read the fine print!

As my blog said yesterday, I need to learn to listen to my body. We have a very busy day planned tomorrow. I should be resting for it, but instead I’m at “the office”. I think this blog is good for me. It gives me a purpose. I need that.

A New Way of Living 

Yesterday, my youngest, McKenna and I drove two hours east to The Dalles, my hometown. Almost all of my family still live there, plus the majority of my close friends. It was great to go back and visit. We originally went there to sell raffle tickets and event tickets to my daughters all star cheer fundraisers. The plan was to get there around 11am, and leave around 6pm. We ended up not leaving until well after 9pm. I was, and still am exhausted. I couldn’t just stay the night, because all of my meds were at home. In order to drive, I couldn’t take my pain pill.  It was a tough few hours towards the end, but we managed. 

You see,  I’ve had to learn to listen to my body. Even though I like to ignore that I’m sick, I have to strategize my plans around my illness. I had planned ahead for yesterday’s trip. I knew I had to rest the day before. Sometimes, for bigger events, I have to rest up for a few days to prepare. Then, depending on how the event goes, and what it is, I have to plan a few days, and even on some occations, weeks to recoup. It sucks, it sucks bad. 

Luckily, yesterday I just drove in to town, dropped my dog at the Pink Poodle to get groomed, and stopped at my my bothers house and visited a while. Then we went to my moms for dinner,  and then my daughters to visi. It was pretty low key. I had only gotten three hours of sleep the night before, (I was still pissed about the comments made to me on Tuesday about if I’d just be more active my disease wouldn’t be so bad. I had a rough time letting this go. I deal with so much guilt already, I don’t need other people making me feel like crap too. Plus I was excited to see my family and friends.) so I was very tired by late afternoon. Once we got home last night, I was still wound up, and in pain. I didn’t fall asleep until about 2am this morning, but I had the luxury of sleeping in until 10 am this morning. I am still hurting today, but we made it to the library (aka my new office). McKenna is diligently working on her math, and I am blogging. 

Due to this disease, I do try to plan my weeks with just one or two events. When we have big events, like our recent trip to Anahiem for All Star Cheer Nationals and Disneyland, I rested up for a week, and then crashed for a few weeks after we returned. The same thing happend at a Christmas. Now that I know this, I plan for it.  I just get so tired and fatigued after a big event. I really push myself to be as normal as possible. I want to keep up with everyone. I don’t want to hold anyone back because I have to take it slow. This new way of living has been an adjustment for our entire family, but we are learning to make it work.  

One of the best  things that I have found helpful to help others understand is The Spoon Theory. If you haven’t heard if it, I highly suggest googling it and reading the story. It really resonates with people suffering from all kinds of illnesses. 

I would love to hear from other people how they handle plans and big events. Please leave your ideas in the comments. 

Projection…

A few doctors appointments ago, it was brought to my attention that I tend to project my feelings onto others. Since then, I’ve been blown away at how of often I do this, and for how long I’ve been doing it. Just to get us all on the same page, projection is a self- defense mechanism characteristerised by a person unconsciously attributing their own issues oneto someone as a form of denial. I ve always thought I was prettybuntune with my thoughts and view of myself. I was wrong. 

I know that the projection started around the time I got sick. For one thing, I feel crappy that I don’t feel good enough to do things, but I also feel judged because I can’t do what I used to do. I am sure there are those that are judging me, but I know that these aren’t my actual friends. My friends and family know me well enough to know that I do my best, to be my best. They know who I was before I got sick, and how bad I want to be that person again. (And how aware I am, that being that person again is almost impossible, but I can do my best to get close.)

I suppose my advice to myself is to let the haters hate, who cares about them. I need to love myself and as long as I’m doing that, things will be alright. I just need to remind myself to do that daily, and I need to forgive myself. Now, that’s a who other topic! 

Here it goes…

First off, I feel like I should have some sort of music of anticipation playing as I write this. Instead, I’m sitting here quietly in the library. How the the heck did we get here? Another lifetime ago, I’d never see myself sitting in a library to use their wifi. I’ve always been a hard working, active person. In fact, when I was single, men used to tell me I was to intimidating to date. I had my own successful real estate business, my own house, a new Dodge Ram, a new Chevy Aveo for my daughter, and a Harley Davidson. I had three kids that were very independent. We traveled all the time, and had a lot of fun. I didn’t really need a man, but I was lonely. I wish I knew then, what I know now. I’d not have been in such a rush to find someone and leave my happy lifestyle. However, I was in a rush. I was lonely. I joined eharmoney.com, match.com, and any other .com’s I could. I went on a few dates, but kept talking to this one guy in Idaho. He was a christian, and I liked that. We dated a short while before deciding we wanted to live together. However, he didn’t want to live in sin. I was on board, so we got married. This was a huge mistake for both of us. Just after the first few weeks I knew it was a bad thing, but I’d given my house and business up.  I couldn’t go back.  For the next three years, we lived a very boring, sad life. Unfortunately, my kids did too. I lost all my things, my bike, my truck, my daughters car, and my self esteem. I finally a had enough and decided to end the marriage.  

After I moved out, I met someone, my husband now.  He has saved my life. Literally, and figuratively. Travis and I met after he finished going to Northwest Lineman school in Meridian, Idaho. He was working with a company that had him traveling a lot, and so we only saw each other once a month or so.  I’d never believed in love at first sight, but that is what it was with us. Just within the first week we knew each other, we both knew we were meant to be. Both of our marriages had recently ended, and so the timing was right for us to start our new life together.  He got a job that transferred him to Texas. He moved down in January of 2012, and I followed, along with two of my kids in March. We lived in West Texas for the next two years. It had it’s ups and downs.  We were only able to see his son once during that time, which was very tough on both Travis and his son. I was diagnosed with a rare, serious autoimmune disease called Wegener’s Granulomatosis.  I had to undergo surgeries, and chemotherapy. My mom, and my oldest daughter had to come stay with us a few times to help out. It finally was very clear that we needed to move back to the Pacific Northwest to be closer to our families. 

Even though Travis was making a good income in Texas, the cost of living was taking it all. I was working for Aflac, and doing very well, for as sick as I was. When Travis got the opportunity to move to Idaho, we jumped at it.  It took all of our savings to move back. His new job was not what it was said to be, which is what we’ve found to be true with most jobs in the Lineman field. We were back to square one, and a bit scared. Within a few weeks, my super-husband had a found his new career path, in his old career field as glazier and installing automatic doors.  We made plans to move again, from Idaho to Oregon. 

I’m so glad we did. Although things are bit different than we’d planned, we are finally on the right track. I have a great team of doctors at OHSU. To save money, we bought a new RV to live in. One of my best friends let us park it at her place, and we did that for nine months. When she moved, we moved it to Travis’ best friends place, and are currently there. We are waiting to buy a fixer-upper this summer. This will be our new fresh start. Once again we will have a home of our own. Eventually, will have our dream cars/trucks/toys again. We will rebuild our lives together. I try to think of it like an adventure. It may not seem glamorous, but it will interesting.