If you’ve ever stopped in to this blog before, you know that I frequently talk about what is ailing me or what new diet I [a] want to try or [b] am currently on. When I look back or even think about its totality, I get it; it’s a rather self-absorbed rambling rant, but it’s not really for you, it’s for me…. to keep track of progress, major setbacks or victories, what’s working and what’s not working. It’s only for you if you: share a problem, you stumble upon this blog, and we can help one another in any way. That is why I share in a public forum. I have gained so much knowledge and support through the Internet, I cannot imagine tackling a chronic illness without it. I truly came into my own in my forties and I continue to grow wiser/calmer/happier in my fifties. I was thrown a bit of hardball with the RA diagnosis, but what the heck, it made me forget about menopause. Menopause, smenopause, if I can thrive with Rheumatoid Arthritis, menopause is not even on the radar.
So, a couple of years ago, I lost almost 50 pounds and I was on top of the world. Then someone stole my wings https://kimmstree.com/2014/06/07/maleficent/ and over the next couple of years, I slowly and painfully gained over half of it back. It feels like more since I also lost some lean muscle as I could not walk/zumba/hike/run like I used to. I cannot blame this all on the RA, making unhealthy food choices is a slippery slope that once you begin to slide down seems like a super slide with no stopping mechanism. Sugar and simple carbs are poison to me; I know this. When I eat them, I am medicating with food. I have done this my entire life. My Mother and Grandfather taught me. Food was comfort, food was reward, food was a drug, and food was an ever present focus.
You cannot read about health issues or autoimmunity [I already have at least 2 autoimmune diseases], without learning that our gut is the new center of our health. Hippocrates, was evidently, right all along when he said “all disease begins in the gut.” Our microbiome is as messed up as our planet. I discovered a couple of years ago that gluten and I didn’t get along and I cut it out. It was no picnic in the beginning, but I am used to it now. I have become quite creative with alternative flours and grains, but I know that I am still allergic to something because of persistent rash on my thigh that reacts to my food intake by inflaming and healing in turns. I suspect I may be sensitive to other grains, lignans, dairy, or eggs.
October is an auspicious month for me. It’s my birth month and I have had two successful beginnings on October 6th. October 6, 1999, I stopped smoking and never looked back. October 6, 2013, I began using Take Shape for Life/Medifast and lost almost 50 pounds in 5 short months. So, on Monday October 5th, I began the Autoimmune Protocol. It basically removes anything that might be allergenic or that tends to promote leaky gut for at least 30 days- it is easier to say what I can eat than what I cannot. I can eat fresh unprocessed meats, broths, vegetables that are non legume, and fruits that are non citrus. I cannot have coffee, sugar of any kind, nuts, seeds, or grains, eggs, or dairy. I am allowing myself only one grain and that is a bit of brown rice, and only if the brown rice is soaked, slow cooked in coconut oil, and then refrigerated for 8-12 hours.
I’m on day 5 and I feel more energized already. Seriously, once the sugar is gone for a few days, it no longer has power over me and I feel back in control. I’ll be writing this month to record how this elimination protocol is going and how I reintroduce foods. If you have tried it yourself, I’d love to hear from you or get a link to your blog.
Today I turned fifty. I haven’t blogged for a while, but if this doesn’t call for a blog entry, I don’t know what does. I can’t believe I am fifty, since it seems like I was just 24. So, if you’re 24, here’s what you need to know about turning 50.
If you get to see fifty, count yourself blessed. I have lost friends and family who didn’t get to celebrate this magic number. You won’t feel “old” even though when people who turned fifty before you were celebrating this day you thought, wow, that’s old. Time really flies after 25. The older you get, the less you care what other people think of you and the less filter you have when your thoughts turn into speech. You get a bit more philosophical and hopefully kinder [I know I have]. You become more grateful for the little things like sunsets and nice fall weather and a good cup of coffee. You realize that you need to get to stepping, because really, this is not a dress rehearsal… this is your life and it will only be what you make of it. You realize that people are fallible and that they don’t mean to let you down any more than you mean to let them down. You might begin to understand and believe that you can do anything you set your mind to do. The only limits are the ones you place on yourself. If you can imagine it, you can achieve it.
Last fall, I took up a challenge that I set for myself. I decided that I would be “fit and fab by 50” and I signed up for a free health coach and began using Take Shape for Life featuring Medifast. I had been feeling pretty squirrelly and I was blaming all of this on impending menopause. Really, look at my entries from last year. I was feeling dizzy and tired and my vision was becoming blurry [translation- I was developing diabetes and getting sicker and sicker]. I could literally not stay awake sometimes. I thought, wow, this is what menopause feels like.. and it sucks. I was already obese, but even weighing nearly 200 pounds I had still had always had curves that hinted at a waistline, but now that was even a distant memory. My belly grew so big, I named her Betty. I was pre-diabetic, and while my doctors had been telling me this for awhile, I had refused to believe them. Consistent morning sugar readings above 100 and a HbA1c of 6.8, and finally, I could no longer deny it. I decided to kick that b___’s ass before she could get in the door [so to speak], and I took control. I didn’t have a lot of confidence that I could lose the weight, because I had been carrying it around in various quantities since my 26 year old son was born and I had come to accept it. But, hot damn, it worked. Something clicked- my mindset, the plan, whatever… it was the perfect storm. I proceeded to lose 45 lbs in 5 or 6 months. My blood sugar stabilized and my HbA1c went to 5.2 in about 8 or 10 weeks. It was amazing and easier than I ever imagined it could be. So, over the past year, I feel like I have been transformed. But let’s back up about 20 years and then 10.
Thirty was painful at times. I didn’t feel fabulous. I put my time and energy into my kids and my home and church and neglected myself badly. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a Mom to my kids and doing holidays and planning outings and spending time with them, but I was sleepwalking through life because I was putting off certain things to when I would “lose the weight.” I was also seriously lacking energy and getting more and more out of shape. Forty was hard. I was fat and my marriage was failing. It was just about to hit the fan. My oldest son went off to college and my youngest was left to deal with his parents’ marriage falling apart. The next few years were a blur of pain and anguish culminating in the death of my ex and my boys’ father in a boating accident. Some days I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. But I was pushing forward and felt like I had to fight the world a lot of the time. A few years ago, the tide started to turn and I began to find some peace. Flash forward to this time last year when I found Fit and Fab by 40 on You Tube and decided to steal her handle and quest + 10.
I started the day after my birthday last year. So, here we are one year later and I am not sure how fabulous I am, but I know how fabulous I feel. I feel healthier, more free, happier, and more energetic than I did at 30 or 40.
Today, I turn fifty. Over the past year I have lost nearly 50 lbs. This morning I had a 50-year roof put on my home. Powerful symbols for a day poised between a powerful year and the rest of my life.
Okay, so I am going to talk about food again; specifically, what happens when you go off plan and then come back on. So, just a pre-warning, in case you are sick to death of hearing about my current eating proclivities, that’s where this is going. I started on plan on Oct. 2nd, and did not have my first cheat until Christmas. It was then, that I made my first discoveries about my body’s reaction to carbs and about how taste and preference and habits can change. I have had another cheat [actually two in a row sort of] and so I feel compelled to talk about what this has taught me so far. The reason I feel a need to share this is because when you have been on plan for a long time [ie.. longer than a few weeks or a month] and you are thinking about going off plan, you wonder things like: “How is this going to make me feel?” or “How much weight might I gain?” or “How damaging is this to my overall progress or my health in general?” I had many more questions than this, but you get the idea. I actually googled some of these questions trying to find out if others had written about their experiences with going off and back on plan. Hopefully, this will help others who are faithfully following their plan and making wonderful progress toward their goals to decide if, when, and how they might go off plan and then come back on. It can possibly just give you more points for your risk-to-benefit ratio list.
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The trajectory of this post will change due to some influences over the past week, not the least of which has been Daniel Cox [I’ll end this post on a video note from him]. I will, however, continue with my original direction for a moment by saying that I chose Valentine’s Day as a planned cheat day. I love chocolate so very much that having a planned cheat day helps me to keep from caving to temptation by allowing me to say “later” instead of “no, thank you.”
On Valentine’s Day, I was only able to wait until about 1:30 pm before I caved to temptation. I had a little smartly decorated brown paper sack on my desk full of goodies and I chose one of my very favorites to indulge in: A 3 in. Hershey chocolate bar. I love chocolate and appreciate fine chocolate, but I am also devastatingly loyal to Hershey. There is something about the taste and the melt point and the teeth sink, especially in these little bars that are slightly thicker than a traditional bar and not as thick as a kiss, that does me in. So, I took that first bite…. and …. o. m. g. …. it was so wonderful! I ate that mini Hershey bar so much faster than I intended to. Before I knew it, I had eaten four of them; yes, I said 4 of them! I then began stuffing candy into my mouth like Charlie Bucket. The next piece was a Reese’s peanut butter heart, which was oh so forgettable followed by one of those long skinny Tootsie Rolls. Now, when I got to the Tootsie Roll, I was able to stop and take stock and realize that it didn’t even taste remotely pleasant. It tasted sort of plastic and watery sweet– so underwhelming that I spit it into the trash after only chewing for a few bites. After this orgy of candy eating, I felt slightly nauseous and out of control. I was horrified that I could be so seemingly in charge for so many weeks only to behave like a fiending junkie when faced with the opportunity to indulge in a planned cheat. What I learned? Candy, specifically chocolate candy, is a trigger food that makes me behave like a shameless, unconscious addict.
Later that day, I continued my planned cheat with wine at supper [first glass since September] and Lily’s pizza [2.5 slices] followed by buttered popcorn and Nestle’s Bunch-a-Crunch at the movies. The wine was heavenly as was the pizza, especially that pillow-like crust that sent waves of pleasure through my entire body. If it sounds like I have a sexual relationship with food, it’s because I do; you are not imagining this. Now, the Bunch-a-Crunch and the popcorn were big let downs, probably because I had already indulged so much this day that I had reached a saturation point of sorts, but more likely because they never were really that good and I am just realizing this. What I learned: good pizza is really wonderful and so is a great glass of Riesling after a five month absence, but I wasted a lot of time pining for popcorn and Bunch-a-crunch when it is not really that good, and finally, carbs make me incredibly sleepy and behave just like narcotics in my body.
Next day, I felt really ready to go back on plan and I did, but then came Saturday when Bean and I and the kids were out of town at a getaway to the Great Wolf Lodge where we found that our hotel had its very own Dunkin’ Donuts, Pizza Hut, and Dippin Dots outlets. Bean said he might not stay on plan while we were there and I found myself encouraging him by saying, “oh, that’s fine, I might not either.” Lesson learned- coming recently off a cheat makes me more susceptible to cheating again [it’s a slippery slope, folks] and being the addict that I am where food is concerned I found myself in rationalization mode. Good habits die hard, though, and so this day became about the battle between good and evil inside of me. I carried my OP snacks and water about and watched Bean and little beans eat fries, corn dogs, and chicken tenders and I walked around the water park irritable and complaining about the lack of a lazy river, about the temperature, about the wetness of everything [really], but even when faced with Cracker Barrel for supper, those good habits were still winning battles when I chose a low-carb option of a burger and turnip greens for supper. I was full and satisfied and did not need another thing that evening, but I lost my head again when sitting in the lobby of this den of temptation and it was me [I know, I cannot believe it or that I am admitting this] who suggested that we go downstairs and have ice cream in a waffle cone and then wake up to a breakfast of Dunkin’ Donuts and coffee. I suddenly had gone off the edge. I was in free fall and ready to make poor choices for the remainder of the weekend. Note: the ice cream was forgettable and not worth eating. I fell into a carb fueled sleep but woke anticipating those donuts. The donuts were really good- Dunkin’ Donuts knows how to make ’em and when they are fresh, they are divine. I found myself having a much better day in the water park. Bean commented, “wow, you seem so much more relaxed today.” The connection was clear– I wascalmer and more relaxed because I was impaired.. like a junkie– I had slept after a fix and woke to another fix and I was feeling fine, medicated right into bliss. I continued this crazy binge with Bojangles for lunch, Chubby’s Tacos for supper, and raspberry thumbprint cookies from Francesca’s for dessert!
Writing about this makes me see the addict in me so much clearer. It is scary as hell and I can tell you that I was more than ready to go back on plan. The price of re-boarding the TSFL bus next morning was that I would have to go through days of irritability and would not be back into mild ketosis and feeling really good again for anywhere from a few days to a week. I also paid with the weight I would have lost during this week or so and I am sure there were negative effects on my blood sugar, triglycerides, and other body systems. What I learned, though, was that even though I have been following this plan for over four months I still have work to do toward reframing my relationship with food. Going back on plan was comforting on so many levels: I felt in control again, I was now back to structured choices within a defined scope, and I was eating those foods that had taken me to this new place that I love so much– my cereal crunch and my hot cocoa and chicken noodle soup.
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And so now, here I am over a week after I went off plan [or as Daniel Cox puts it- “got off the bus”] and I am back into mild ketosis and feeling pretty darn good again. The downside is that I weigh the same as I did before my planned cheat, so I literally lost over a week of progress. This week was not has difficult as I anticipated, although I did have a meltdown about 5 or 6 days in where I over-reacted to something Bean did and got so upset I cried. Daniel is so right when he talks in his videos about having to feel our feelings when we can’t eat them anymore and, well, sometimes they just come spilling right out over the top.
So, in the do as I say and not as I do spirit, I will end with a video by Daniel Cox who is a fellow health coach.You should check out his YouTube channel if you are already on TSFL and he will motivate you in so many ways. I loved this particular video because it helps put going off plan into perspective and I like that he ‘gets real’ with his viewer in sort of Dr. Phil style. So, thanks, Daniel. You are an amazing inspiration. I don’t necessarily regret going off plan this time because of what I learned, but I want you to know that in part because of you…I plan to “stay on the bus.”
Dribs & Drabbles 