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The Seeds of Change...

Monday, May 23, 2011

I'm here...

I've had such trouble starting and restarting this blog. You know me -- I like to be eloquent with the words. Yet these days words are failing me. Not only can I not seem to write them, but I really can't speak them. I'm having one of my sinusitis/laryngitis episodes that is taking forever to clear up. It's particularly disparaging to me because just around a year ago I had the sinus surgery that held such great promise to end all this nonsense for me. I actually had a complete physical last March. Of course at the time I was feeling just peachy so I found it hard to whine about feeling chronically sick and basically got the clean bill of health. Yet...

I have made it in to work everyday because I have patients that have waited sometimes weeks to get an appointment with me and I can't disappointment them and besides, I have no room in my schedule to move them to anyway. I'm not complaining about the busy schedule. I like to be busy. But no one else can fill in for me. It's major job security which is a good thing but a real pain in the tush when I'm sick!

All the busyness and all the fatigue from being chronically stuffed up and hoarse is taking it's toll on my spark time -- not to mention my diet and exercise. I've gained a little weight but still within the top of my self-imposed comfort zone.

I've really had to do some self-inventory. Think hard about my priorities. Ask myself questions like why do I seem to feel chronically ill? Why the constant fatigue? I'm not depressed - truly! I have a kind and sympathetic spouse who lets me know that he loves me in so many ways. I have a job that I love and gives me the opportunity to meet so many interesting, enjoyable women for whom I can help them improve the quality of their lives.

When I want answers, I do two things first -- pray and head to Barnes & Noble -- in that order!
This past weekend I did just that. My hunt for a book on optimizing my health was no easy task. I wanted a book that would represent valid, proven, medical information -- with a holistic touch. What could I as an individual do to strengthen my immune system and improve my health and well being. My copy of "The Spark" is dog eared from how often I've gone back in and read and re-read for the value of inspiration and motivation for weight loss. I wanted another sort of book like that.

I think that I've found it -- or them rather, as I bought two both by the same guy: Andrew Weil, MD.
The books are: " Natural Health, Natural Medicine" and " 8 Weeks to Optimum Health".
This isn't a book review as I'm only one third into the first book, but so far I'm impressed and optimistic. If any of you in spark world has any experience with these books, please feel free to drop me a note. I'd appreciate it.

In the meantime, I'm trying to rest my voice when not working because next weekend I am headed to my nearest and dearest sister's house in Virginia for a relaxing vacation of girl stuff -- talking, shopping, working out together, spa pedicures, probably a movie, talking, sparking together (she lost 70 pounds!) and did I mention talking? Hopefully my voice will be back to normal by then.

So far, I've made one BIG commitment towards optimizing my health -- logging on to SparkPeople each and every day. Tracking my nutrition and exercise consistently. Staying in touch with all my wonderful spark friends.

I've been leading two spark teams and I'm going to relinquish those leadership roles. I've got too much to do to get my own house in order right now. When I eat right and exercise and get adequate sleep I feel better. My health is my first priority ahead of the numbers on the scale. They'll come down, of that I have no doubt. It's a natural consequence of eating like we should beeating, exercising like we should be exercising, and sleeping like we should be sleeping! Isn't it amazing how that works. We feel better AND lose weight!

I promise to keep you posted faithfully on my progress. Even if the words aren't so eloquent

To those who have taken the time to read this -- I say THANKS! It is such a tremendous comfort to me to know that I'm not trying to struggle on this journey alone. And to my special spark friend -- you know who you are -- THIS SEEDLING IS GOING TO GROW! Thanks for having my back...

Joanne

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SLIMMERJESSE 6/6/2011 11:52PM

    Read Weil's books a long time ago and they are wonderful. I do most things naturally, rather than medically. Prefer it that way. Sounds like you are on a good path. Big hug.

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LIGHTHOUSE23 6/2/2011 11:58PM

    You are never alone, Joanne, we are right here with you.

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DDOORN 5/24/2011 12:28PM

    Always a joy to hear from you Joanne!

Puzzling that this sinusitis/laryngitis thing should keep re-visiting you. One would think with all the healthy lifestyle changes you've made that this would have taken care of these symptoms!

Hoping the good doctor Weil will help you to turn the corner on this!

Don

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HAPPYSOUL91 5/24/2011 10:48AM

    Remember....you are NOT alone, we are with you on this journey
Carol

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KITTYF54 5/24/2011 8:13AM

    you probably already know this but in case you don't....

it really helps with hoarseness due to sinus if you get a spray bottle of saline solution at the cold section of walmart and use it liberally and often. I often have to use it every five minutes for a half hour or so, and then I'm clear, for a couple hours. this thins the mucus so that it doesn't hang in the throat and irritate the tissues and vocal chords.

Also i'm not saying it will work for everyone, but I've found that if I leave off of all dairy for the duration of the illness I'll get better quicker.

FWIW, Kitty


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DENRNAJ 5/23/2011 10:48PM

    Sending positive thoughts your way. I appreciate anything that you write.
Hugs,
Janice

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KITTYKITTEMMING 5/23/2011 9:37PM

    I've been wondering where you have been. Hope you feel better soon.

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CMRAND54 5/23/2011 9:24PM

    I can't wait for next week! We will have so much fun together, doing healthy things and getting lots of rest and relaxation.

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BESTSUSIEYET 5/23/2011 9:09PM

    So sorry to hear you are struggling with this again/still! Sounds like you're moving in the right direction. I find I really like being proactive! Trust God will guide you towards renewed health. Look forward to hearing how it goes! And, I commend you for stepping out of jobs that are draining rather than re-charging! You are SO Right about eating right, moving regularly, and sleeping enough! Why do we so often convince ourselves that everything/everyone else is more important than we are?! God bless you, friend!

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WISLNDR 5/23/2011 9:04PM

    You are never alone here! I understand the challenge when words don't come easily; I've come to realize that sometimes you just have to get started and before you know it, the word wall crumbles and all the words come tumbling out again!

All the best to you on this leg of the journey. There's a lot of caring people here who will be rooting for you!

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The Big Easy

Thursday, March 31, 2011

My husband and I recently had the pleasure of visiting the beautiful city of New Orleans while I attended a conference for the Society of Urological Nurses and Associates. Our hotel was right down in the heart of the French Quarter. Never having been to the “Big Easy”, I had no idea what to expect. My boss said that like Las Vegas – you’ll either love it or hate it.
We loved it! Everywhere we went from restaurant waiters and waitresses, to shop clerks, to street performers, we found the people to be so genuine and friendly. They give meaning to the phrase “Southern hospitality” that’s for sure.
Before we went, I was nervous about my eating while there. New Orleans is famous for its Creole cooking and those little French puffs of fried pastry coated in powdered sugar – known as a benae’. I’m still trying to get back down to my goal weight after a rebellious holiday!
My husband and I decided first of all that we would definitely sample the local cuisine. You don’t go to New Orleans and order a cheeseburger at the golden arches! We looked for little local bistros and “sample” the local cuisine is what we did.
Breakfasts for me where provided by my conference at an early morning meet and greet. The selections were perfect – whole grain bagels, fresh fruit, and low fat Greek yogurts. They did lay out the benaes’ everyday, but one little nibble and I had no trouble tossing the rest. Waaaay too rich for my morning tastes. We packed protein bars for my husband to eat in the room.
We walked all over the French quarter admiring the beautiful old architecture. We walked down Bourbon Street at night enjoying the hustle and bustle of the night scene and the clubs featuring signs like the one with the huge neon sign proclaiming:
1000’s of beautiful girls and 3 ugly ones!
We spent one evening enjoying some fabulous blues music in a club very typical of most of the clubs – no cover charge, but a one drink minimum. I joined my husband in having a non-alcoholic O’Doul’s beer for a couple of bucks and only 60 calories.
We found the creole cooking to have plenty of vegetables and fresh seafood. Red beans and rice were healthy and delicious. I had a Po-boy with shrimp that wasn’t fried and they graciously left off the tartar sauce. I didn’t want the fries so they kindly brought me a dish of the red beans.
Our most fabulous meal was on our last night – our 35th wedding anniversary. We got reservations at Emeril’s restaurant. I LOVE Emeril! I feared just a little bit that it would be packed and touristy but I didn’t care. I always laugh and say that Emeril can say “Bammm” in my bed any day!
We were pleasantly surprised! The restaurant was understatedly elegant. No traces anywhere of signs of celebrity. The wait staff was unobtrusive yet extremely efficient. My husband had a steak cooked to perfection. I had to try the dish entitled “Mac and Cheese” which was angel hair type pasta with small bits of vegetables and subtle garlic tossed in a creamy cheese like gruyere. Fantastic! A small salad accompanied it made from dark leafy greens and lightly dressed. Of course there was a crusty loaf of French bread but I only had a small slice with a light smear of butter. Since it was our anniversary, we indulged and shared a little piece of heaven – Tiramisu – our favorite dessert and a cup of bold New Orleans French roasted coffee.
I texted my son how thrilled I was to be in EMERIL’S restaurant eating a piece of tiramisu and sipping coffee. His reply? :
“Man you guys ARE old! Eating dinner at 5:30 pm and feeling all wild because it’s after 5 and you are having caffeine”!
Yeah and he should have seen me after walking 7 blocks back to our hotel in high heels! Talk about feeling old!!
The good news is that I came back from New Orleans down 1 pound. The bad news?
My blisters are just now healing up…

  
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LIGHTHOUSE23 5/7/2011 12:40AM

    Congratulations on your 35th wedding anniversary. Enjoyed your travelogue. Thanks for sharing. WTG on the food choices. You should be very proud!!

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VIBRANTVIC 4/2/2011 11:54AM

    We have been searching for that perfect Mac and Cheese recipe for years. The closest we have come is a Rachel Ray recipe with spinach and artichoke hearts. Glad you had such a great trip. Happy Anniversary!

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ZELLAZM 4/2/2011 7:02AM

    Your mac and cheese description made my mouth water! Thanks for the travelogue and, once again, happy anniversary!

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HAPPYSOUL91 4/1/2011 2:02PM

    LOL on the blisters but yea on the pound loss, especially while at a conference. Glad you enjoy your trip

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JIMDAB 4/1/2011 4:49AM

    How nice! Going to New Orleans is a dream of mine and my wife. We expect to go there in 2 years. how about the music?
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PEGGIE57 4/1/2011 1:02AM

    Congratulations on your 35th! 3 more years & it will be our 35th. I hope I reach my goal weight like you did. Congratulations.

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DDOORN 3/31/2011 9:51PM

    What a wonderful journey for you and DH to savor!

Thx for sharing your experiences!

Don

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BESTSUSIEYET 3/31/2011 9:08PM

    TOO FUN! Hooray for you! Congratulations on your Anniversary! Stay Well, Joanne!

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CMRAND54 3/31/2011 8:04PM

    What a wonderful trip you had, and you did so good with the food. (All the walking around probably helped with the weight loss, too.) I got hungry just reading this blog!

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Forever Yours

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I dedicate this blog to my husband, Jim, to whom I will be forever yours…
March 12th we celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary which some would consider remarkable in this day and age with a divorce rate of over 50%. I think that it is remarkable for another reason, and you will too when you consider our story:
The year was 1985. We were in the prime of our lives, young and in love. Married 9 years, we had three beautiful children ages 6, 5, and 3. Jim was in line for a big job promotion that would transfer us to New York where he would manage a manufacturing plant – quite an accomplishment for a 30 year old man.
Then came the day when his drunken antics caused him to fall off the back of a cart at a golf outing with work buddies. It turned out to be the fall that saved his life…
He came home complaining of some vague stomach pain and while my initial reaction was that he got his just deserves, I became concerned when a few days later he became pale, exhausted, and still complaining of the increasing pain. A trip to the doctor prompted an order for an ultrasound to look for the presumed gall stones. What it did reveal was a solid mass the size of a man’s fist on the left lobe of his liver. Apparently the fall had caused the mass to bleed.
Two days and one painful biopsy later, we were delivered the devastating news: CANCER.
We were in a complete daze in the hospital, when a young soft spoken surgeon came into Jim’s room, introduced himself, and started to explain the operation that Jim would need as soon as possible. My mother-in-law cut him off, leveled a stare at him, and in her direct no nonsense manner asked him if he was up to the job.
Looking right back at her he replied confidently that he was. Because God was the surgeon and he was just the tool in God’s hand. We all nodded our heads and Jim silently signed the consent.
The next day, Jim came out of the grueling 8 hour surgery to begin a long, horrendous, recovery process that was fraught with every complication the text books could predict and a few more. My days/weeks were spent shuffling between his room in the ICU and the ICU waiting room where I waited until the next hour when I could spend my allotted ten minutes by his bedside. He was yellow as a banana, and his weight was down to about 120 lbs. on his 6’2” frame. His breathing was becoming more and more labored as pneumonia ravaged his lungs, causing one to collapse. Finally I was summoned from the waiting room and told that they were running out of options as he wasn’t responding to the massive doses of IV antibiotics and it was extremely difficult to dose the medications as they all had to metabolize through his liver that was now precarious and missing it’s left lobe. The team of doctors decided that in one last ditch effort, they would put his body into an artificial coma and put him on a respirator to allow his body to totally rest without even having to endure the effort of trying to breathe. They suggested that I stay by his bedside and not leave if at all possible – bending the usual strict 10 minutes on the hour rule. Later, I would learn that was because they felt very strongly that he was not going to make it through the night and had even put the morgue on stand-by.
My head hurt and my throat was sore from all the tears that I had shed for so many days – how many I had lost count. Just like I had lost track of which relative currently was caring for our children. I can remember though, as if it was yesterday, leaning against his cold arm that was resting on the cooling blanket they had under him to help lower his temperature. I single tear trickled down from my face to his arm and I whispered, “Don’t you die on me Jim Cory. If you do, I’ll have to kill ya!”
God only knows what prompted me to utter those almost ironic words to my dying husband, but I said exactly that. The very next day he turned the proverbial corner and his temperature started to drop as his lungs started to clear. The last ditch effort to give the body a chance to heal itself through absolute, total rest was working. He still had a long road ahead of him, but he steadily progressed from that point on. While in the coma, he was given medication that was supposed to obliterate his memory of the trauma his body was subjected to. Largely, when it was all over, he said that for the most part he didn’t remember much of anything. Just a few vague pieces slipped through. He never alluded to what they were.
Fast forward to 2010. Our children (with the exception of our son that passed away 5 years ago) are grown and we are the grandparents of 6 beautiful grand children .We are successful in our jobs and as much in love as ever. Somehow, after surviving that close a brush of being separated by death, the fact that his shorts perpetually miss the laundry hamper just doesn’t stress me out anymore. I hadn’t given thought to that fateful night in the ICU for some time – until last year in fact when I myself had a bad turn of luck healthwise. I was allergic to several different antibiotics including penicillin and when a nasty sinus infection failed to clear with the usual antibiotics left in the arsenal I could take, the doctor asked me just exactly what my reaction to penicillin was. I said I didn’t know, my mother thought I had a reaction when I was an infant but she wasn’t sure. It might have been my sister, Kaye. So based on that sketchy history, it was elected to give me penicillin. Two hours after ingesting the first tablet, my body broke out into hives and my face swelled so severely my eyes were slits and my lips looked like they had been stung by a swarm of bees. I groped my way down the bannister of our steps into the family room, where Jim was watching television. He took one look at me and said we were going to the hospital. I felt sick. Incredibly sick. Yet I was able to breathe and swallow my saliva ok so I wasn’t panicking.
In the emergency room, I was sick to my stomach, and Jim gently held back my hair as I retched into the tiny basin they gave me for that purpose. I started to cry. I don’t know if I was afraid I’d die or afraid that I wouldn’t at that point. Jim was anxious and man of few words that he normally is, leaned over and whispered: “Don’t you die, Joanne Cory, because if you do, I’d have to kill ya”!
I looked up at him and our eyes locked. We didn’t say another word yet we said a thousand words. A lifetime of connection. His heart to mine.
I want to share a song with you by Michael W Smith entitled “Forever Yours” because sometimes someone else can say it better than us. This song IS our song. Here are the words, but even better is the link at the bottem to listen.

Forever Yours by Michael W. Smith

I’m swept away in this moment, I feel your heartbeat next to mine
My hands are trembling, it’s overwhelming
A whisper breaks through the silence, a vow to test the breadth of time
Until forever, I’ll be forever yours
Not just tonight, I’m by your side
For all your life –
Till death comes between us, and the heavens steal you away
I’ll stay yours forever –
Don’t you worry, don’t be afraid.
The heart can shift like a shadow, the deepest passions start to wane
Stay ever tender, never surrender
Come waltz with me through the twilight, and we will dance as seasons pass
We move together, I’ll be forever – yours
So hold me tight, say you’ll be mine
For all your life
Come what may
So all we have is this moment, but moments come and go so fast
Until forever, I’ll be forever – yours
There is no other, I am forever –
Yours


www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWQUD9ISbBo

(For Jim...)

  
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REBELBLITZ 6/1/2011 11:39PM

    God is an awesome God! He knew what he was doing when you and your husband became soul mates.

Cheryl

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LAUREL220 4/14/2011 12:57PM

    Awwwwwwww I loved this story, and loved it more since it's true!!!

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BRIARROSE30 3/30/2011 12:58PM

    Your blog is deeply touching. You are a fascinating person! I was crying by the end of your blog - what an amazing love story you two have. Thank you so much for sharing!

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ZELLAZM 3/29/2011 5:08PM

    Beautiful post, just beautiful. Congratulations to you and your Jim on your anniversary. I'm a little late, I know - but not too late to wish you many more!

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DENRNAJ 3/27/2011 11:42AM

    the more that I find out about you the more I admire your strength and perseverance- you are a true blessing.
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JIMDAB 3/24/2011 12:26PM

    Congrats, I remember some of your past blogs about his support of you. It is so nice to have a loving partner in life.I feel lucky that way as well, though my wife and I met later in our lives and will be celebrating only our 13th anniversary in a few weeks--still something in these times.
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LALAFLOWERS 3/24/2011 6:45AM

    love that this is 'proof' that patients in a coma do hear those that are around them, and react to what they hear. Happy that you have this wonderful relationship.

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KITTYF54 3/16/2011 10:51PM

    God bless you both. I think love is given to those who have the ability to love others more than themselves. not many do.

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SLENDERCLAIRE 3/16/2011 7:03PM

    Wonderful. Thank you for sharing this.
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CMRAND54 3/16/2011 2:25PM

    Now you've made me cry! Much love goes out to both of you.

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HAPPYSOUL91 3/16/2011 12:58PM

    Wow, you both sure have walked through the fire and endured the darkness

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SOUPY18 3/16/2011 12:34PM

    What a lovely story Joanne,
David and I are both cancer survivors and on March 10th celebrated our 43rd anniversary. I know we are more in love now if that is possible --certainly the years have made us more tolerant of etch other. I wish Jim and you many more years of happiness and health.
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DDOORN 3/16/2011 9:05AM

    What a wonderful tribute and celebration to all that you and DH have been through and meant to each other! Thank you for sharing this with all of us!

Don

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JUSTLYLE 3/16/2011 9:00AM

    What a GREAT Love Story Joanne, glad that you could have such an happy ending.
I too found out a few years ago I am allergic to Penicillin, not all your symphons just break out in the Hives.
My wishes are for you and Jim a VERY Happy Anniversary and many more to come.
Don't you die Jim and Joanne, because if you do I'll have to kill you.LOL
And to think, you made this wonderful man go to a fish restaurant!
Thanks so much for bloggin Joanne, another REALLY GREAT one.

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WISLNDR 3/16/2011 5:16AM

    What a blessing you are to each other! Thanks for sharing your beautiful story and congratulations on a great accomplishment!

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BESTSUSIEYET 3/16/2011 12:53AM

    Thanks for sharing! 1985 was a year for us, too. After the VERY difficult fall of 1984 , going through surgery and chemotherapy, my husband's motto was,
"Stay alive in '85!"
He did, and we celebrated 40 years of marriage in December. God is good!

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SMILEYBABS 3/16/2011 12:39AM

    Your past makes this milestone all the more sweet! Congratulations to you both.
Barbara

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SLIMMERJESSE 3/16/2011 12:30AM

    WOW! Words fail me. I read this with tears in my eyes. What a lovely blog. Happy happy happy anniversary to two special people.

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Toots On Steroids

Monday, December 27, 2010

First a little history:
I am a compulsive eater. Every meal, every day, every occasion - I binged compulsively. I never purged. Not even tempted. I thought that "those women" were truly sick. I obsessed about food and would be thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch and supper while I was still eating breakfast. I'm not sure that I ever really tasted my food, let alone savored it, because I ate so fast shoveling it in like I was on a time limit before it disappeared off my plate. I had no concept of what it really felt like to feel satiated and full to a "normal" level. Full for me was stuffed, bloated, on the verge of pain. Sitting around until the next meal wishing I could give birth and get it over with. As a woman who finds security in orderliness and control, I spent years as an adult living with the fear that I wouldn't ever be able to finally overcome that destructive pattern and eat "normally".
For anyone who recognizes themselves in that out of control behavior and still struggles with it, I can tell you confidently that you can learn not only to regain control of your eating, but to actually prefer to - even if you have yo-yo dieted for years like I did.
I've blogged before about how I did it so I won't go into all the particulars here, but it started where it all starts with determination, willpower, and a spirit that says this time you can do it.
After a while and the benefits of your efforts really kick in, your motivation becomes more self-sustaining. Not just at the scale, or in the clothes closet, or amongst your complimentary friends.
Anyone who knows first hand the side effects of compulsive eating, knows that one of the prime targets in the body of a compulsive eater is the digestive tract. We are plagued with heartburn, hiatel hernias, gall stones, irritable bowel syndrome, constipation, and ---
chronic intestinal gas. Your intestines are in a constant flux of activity digesting too much food. They never get a rest. Add in the fact that most of that food is in the form of simple processed sugars which ferment in the bowel providing a constant food source for the natural bacteria that lurks in the depths causing them to multiply more rapidly than college kids on a mexican beach during spring break. That bacterial overgrowth produces even more gas.
To put it bluntly - compulsive eaters belch and fart more.
It isn't just the increased weight -- a big, but muscularly strong person who eats reasonable amounts at a reasonable rate, produces far less gas. When you throw in all the carbonated soda pop that many compulsive eaters wash it all down with, you triple the gassy effects.
When I am eating reasonably, I rarely pass gas. Even with increasing the fiber in my diet, eating lots of crustiferous vegetables like cauliflower, and beans, I don't have an issue anymore.
I find that I love having a nice, calm, GI tract. I love savoring tastes. I love it when my "appestat" produces that just starting to get full feeling and I can set my fork down for good BEFORE I feel bloated, stuffed, ready to give birth. I truly do. And while I know that the compulsive eating behavior is like a beast in hibernation, I feel confident that if or when it threatens to rear it's ugly head, I am NOT powerless to overcome it.
In fact - I went through an episode recently - thus this embarrassing but true tale:
I recently broke out with a bout of the shingles. If you've had them, you know how painful they can be. Luckily I work with physicians who were able to start me on treatment immediately so I could avoid risking any long term "post herpetic neuralgia" - chronic pain in the affected nerve track. The treatment included a weeks worth of anti-viral medication, heavy doses of prednisone (steroids) for three weeks, and narcotic pain relievers. I am certainly no stranger to taking prednisone. I have taken it for everything from herniated disks, to asthma and allergic reactions. I never understood the fuss people made about the side effects. You'll be starving and won't sleep I was told. Never happened. But then again, I was never on this high a dose. Nerve pain can be particularly difficult to circumvent so they blast you with the steroid anti-inflammatory bomb right off the bat.
Well let me you -- I now know what all the fuss is about! I laid wall eyed at night for hours at a time. Not even the narcotics helped me sleep. And the BEAR - my compulsive eating beast came blinking out of the cave roaring! Right at Christmas no less. I fought for some sort of control, but with the shingles pain, I was unable to exercise which is probably my prime coping mechanism. I didn't panic. I recognized it for what it is and just kept reminding myself of my wise mother's saying - "This too shall pass".
Along with the roaring beast, came the roaring digestive activity. Thank goodness I was on vacation from work. Not just because of the discomfort. To even shop in public or have my nails done, I'd go home feeling like I'd done the BUTT MASTER video for 24 hours straight!
Not just noisy, blustery gas. The kind that could clear out the entire shoe section of Kohl's (thankfully I was at the Kohl's across town...)
I went to my daughter's house Christmas eve and if you read my last blog, was anticipating a meal of cuban grilled salmon. She actually had a nice South American meal of guacamole' and chips with - GASP - black bean salsa, spanish rice, cheesy fried corn, and the salmon. She even baked some wonderful cheese stuffed pork chops for the carnivores amongst us. Then topped it off with a fabulously rich lemon coconut cake. While helping her get ready for dinner I shoveled in chips and salsa at an alarming rate. I had already stuffed myself at a Chinese buffet for lunch where she politely cocked an eyebrow and asked if I was Ok?
In the meantime I found a great "cover" -- my two year old grandson, Jude. While we were cooking, he played in and around the kitchen and his mother asked him several times "Jude did you poopy"?
"No", he would protest indignantly while she pulled out the back of his diaper for a peek all the while he silently eyed me with those wise eyes that seemed to say why don't you pull out the back of GRANDMA's pants!
When I finally laid down my fork after the second piece of cake, it was de' ja' vu. I pronounced that I felt FAT, BLOATED, AND DISGUSTING!
"Mom" my daughter exclaimed. "Don't say that in front of the kids - especially F-A-T"! She went on to explain that she didn't want them to grow up with warped feelings about their body image. She is right, of course, so I kept to my suffering in silence.
After clean up, I joined my husband in the living room and the after effects just kept rolling out. "Oh my God"! What smells like all eight of Santa's reindeer just dropped more than toys on the roof"???
"Scuz me" I mumbled, "Toots on steroids".
"No wonder Mark McGwire isn't getting in the hall of fame - if that's what steroids do to you" he replied tartly.
Non-plussed I reminded him that he was probably just jealous. But inside I was ashamed. Somehow before when I lived day in and day out with the after effects of compulsive eating, I must have become numb to the loss of dignity.
My daughter joined us to cuddle up on her big sectional sofa to watch the children open their new Christmas Eve pj's. Almost like holding your breath -- I pinched, I squeezed. My head swam like I was going to explode -- until I did.
My daughter whipped her head around accusingly and cried "Oh Mom - that is gross and disgusting"!!
My sweet, precious, grand daughter looked up while pulling on her footie jamas and whispered giggling "But not F-A-T, Grandma"!

Whew!
Christmas day I was able to start weaning down from the prednisone, and with the lower dose, the beast is once again heading sleepily back into the cave to rest. I am back to exercising, and pushing myself away from the table when those first feelings of fullness start to creep in. I'm confident because I really do know and believe that thin feels better than fat tastes.

I'm feeling more in control and that's a gift -- but not one that I'm likely to take for granted.
Or the others around me for that matter....


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KRITTERKEEPERS 1/28/2011 7:14PM

    I had a bout of Shingles in July and then the "post herpetic neuralgia" pain in the affected nerve track for about 6 months. My doctor prescribed Gabapentin, which kept me from climbing the walls with the painful itching. However, I am very easily sedated and could never take enough to get complete relief and still wake up the next day. Glad that is finally over! Happy to hear you are feeling better and did not have the lingering "post herpetic neuralgia" !

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KITTYF54 1/14/2011 9:17AM

    LOL me to a T. thanks for a very funny read.

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MOMMINATOR 1/5/2011 2:15PM

    I am happy to hear you are feeling better.
Thank you for sharing your experience with such honesty and humor.
I was having a little mid day blah attack and your writing was just the cure.

May your BEAR ever sleep.

Keep it healthy!

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BESTSUSIEYET 1/5/2011 2:02PM

    I can identify ... and what I eat definitely makes a difference! It's beginning to be a "wake up call" for me! Thanks for sharing such an honest experience; I'm guessing it "woke up" quite a few readers to their own eating consequences! Happy New Year Hugs!

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CHANGEDIN09 1/4/2011 10:24AM

    emoticon OK thanks for the great laugh. TOO FUNNY. Happy 2011 to you.

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ZELLAZM 1/3/2011 9:55AM

    You really can talk to SP buddies about everything, can't you! Yourdgd's response is priceless...
I can sympathize - had to take steroids for bronchitis but didn't have all the reactions you did...the eating yes, the gas no. Thankfully. :)

Hope your New Year gets off to a great start,
Michelle

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FITGAL2010 1/1/2011 7:23PM

    Lol, this was hilarious, and wow you really fessssed up! All sorts of funny comments in your blog, some I could relate to, and others that I won't fess up! Lol :) Lori

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SLIMMERJESSE 1/1/2011 12:14PM

    Made me laugh. So glad you're feeling better. Wishing you a wonderful 2011.

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BONNEVIE 12/28/2010 9:07PM

    like always...a great blog

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CMRAND54 12/28/2010 1:09PM

    You really made me laugh with this. I still fart. I think it's the fiber, but they're not smelly, so it's not too bad. This raises the question: If a woman farts on the treadmill, and is wearing head phones, does anyone hear it?

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DDOORN 12/28/2010 11:11AM

    Great to hear from you during our holiday season Joanne!

Problem is I'm STILL gassy with all the fiber and fresh veggies I'm chomping on...! Have to dash out of my office at times to spare my office-mate the odor!

Don

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HAPPYSOUL91 12/28/2010 10:45AM

    This is a great and sorry to say funny blog. I was on medication that produced...loud and noisy farts and didn't know when it would come AND couldn't stop it. Lordy, and don't even get me started about work. All the employees think I am just crazy now. Stuff happens and we just move on with life.

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JUSTLYLE 12/28/2010 9:43AM

    What a way to spend Christmas with the family! As usual you made my day, only you could put in such GOOD words. This is one great advantage of us farmers were usually outside alone with such problems. As you noticed I didn't use the word "FAT' once, your daughter would be proud of me. LOL

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SHOSHANADP 12/28/2010 7:31AM

    I both laughed and had sympathy. Unfortunately, I live in a "fart acceptable" home (certainly not the way that I grew up). Both my husband and I experience plenty of gas from fiber-rich foods, and we tend to start dinner every night with a large salad. Luckily, most of the time it is more noise than smell.

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KETTLEBELLJUNKY 12/27/2010 11:30PM

    What a great post! I nodded in agreement and I literally laughed out loud. My husband thinks that farts are disgusting at any time, so I'm very familiar with the holding it back...heck, I even hold it back in my SLEEP! I miss the days of blissfully letting 'em rip while I bob gently on the ocean swells of sleep. *sighs*

Thanks for posting this! Can I share it?

hugs, ~tess

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BESTSUSIEYET 12/27/2010 11:07PM

    I remember those days, too ... Just tried to ignore the fact that my eating habits had anything to do with the problem. Thanks for reminding me of another reason to stay the course of healthy choices. And a belated Merry Christmas to you, Joanne! emoticon

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On Getting Ready for Christmas....

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

The other night I was putting the finishing touches on my homemade Christmas decoration for work. The contest: make a creative homemade Christmas decoration or ornament using at least one item from your work area. Tricky assignment for me who works with women who wet their pants...
But I rose to the challenge and turned a specimen pan (the kind that slips under a toilet seat and collects urine) into a hot tub for Santa and Rudolph complete with a rectal probe Christmas tree.
Anyhow, while cursing the fact my probe tree wouldn't glue to the plastic pan (suture saved the day) my daughter text messaged my phone out of the blue --
Her: I'm a plescatarian now
I sighed with relief. We raised her Lutheran and she turned Catholic when she got married. I was Ok with that. I mean I always considered being Lutheran kind of like being Catholic Lite. But a couple of weeks ago she announced she was going to be Buddhist. "Relax", I told my husband. "She is newly divorced and just rebelling against anything her ex-husband participated in. It won't last long". I texted her back --
Me: I think that you will find it fits you better than worshiping Buddha. What is it? A cross between a Presbytarian and an Episcopalian?
Her: It's not a religion, Mother, and yes I'm still studying Buddhism. I just don't eat meat anymore, only fish.
Me: Why??
Her: I can't bring myself to eat anything that caused suffering to another being, but I can't give up sushi.
Me: I wasn't aware that fish were offered a valium when pulled from the water....

Her: So we'll be eating Cuban grilled fish when you are here Christmas Eve. I'm starting a new tradition and each year the kids and I will adopt a new country to study and enjoy the cuisine. They can eat turkey blah blah at their dad's house.

Suddenly the memory of the last time I talked my husband into taking me to a pricey seafood restaurant sprang to mind. He doesn't really care much for fish, but can tolerate shrimp once in a while. The first thing he said when we entered the restaurant was "It smells like fish in here"!
"Really? What was your first clue"? I replied a little sarcastically.
I noticed when we were seated and perusing the menu that he was beginning to look a little pale. He shut the menu abruptly and asked me to just order him some shrimp. I got the Chilean sea bass. We hadn't taken two bites of our entrée when he suddenly stood up and bolted for the door. I summoned the waitress to box up our remaining food, paid the bill, and left only to find him throwing up all over the front steps of the restaurant. I saw people turning around in disgust and walking back to their cars. I knelt down beside him and asked couldn't he have made it to our car - or at least some place - somewhere away from the FRONT steps? All the while I was waving my styrofoam box around his head. He looked up at me and proclaimed:
"EXCUUUUUUUSE ME FOR BEING SICK! AND DON'T EVEN THINK THAT YOU ARE TAKING THAT SMELLY FISH INTO THE CAR"! I chucked the $25.00 Chilean sea bass into the bushes...
I texted my daughter back --
Me: You will cause your father to suffer.
Her: He can grill a steak. I'm trying to establish my own traditions. Humor me. PLEASE
Mom....
I broke it to my husband, hollering down the stairs to where he was watching TV:
"Your daughter is a plescatarian now".
"You were right" he replied, "The whole Buddhist thing was a phase"
Oh little does he know....

Despite the knowledge that my Christmas dinner would not be my white wine and butter basted turkey with twice baked sweet potatoes, I rustled up some Christmas spirit as I finished my decoration and started writing a little poem to go with it. After all, I thought, Christmas is about celebrating Christ's birth with your loving family. Not about what we eat.

Twas The Day After Christmas
Twas the day after Christmas and Santa was done.
It was time to relax. It was time to have fun!
So he filled up the hot tub and called, "Come on Mrs. C"!
As he sank into the bubbles -- it was pure ecstasy!
He closed his eyes and laid back letting his thoughts scatter
When all of a sudden he heard a great clatter!
Hooves on the hot tub -- right before Rudolph jumped in --
Landing with a splash right up to his chin.
"Oh no"! Santa cried. "You're not invited"!
But Rudolph narrowed his eyes and refused to be slighted.
"Hold the phone, Fat Man -- I seem to recall
A certain someone promising me ANYTHING at all
If I'd guide his sleigh that foggiest night"!
At that Santa laughed and said, "You are Right"!
"You not only saved Christmas, but therefore my rear,
So enjoy a good soak, Rudolph my Dear".
And to all who are reading this, I have one thing to say ---
Ho Ho Hope that you have a GREAT holiday!

(Even if it means eating Cuban grilled fish....)


  
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ZELLAZM 12/11/2010 9:20AM

    Love it! The tree, especially. :)



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BRIARROSE30 12/9/2010 8:20PM

    Speaking as a daughter, I can tell you that it's best to just let her do it and not give her any motherly advice. Chances are it will not turn out as planned and the kids won't be too pleased either. When I do things like this, it's always kind of an establishing my independance kind of thing. Your daughter will be much more likely to come to the conclusion that it doesn't work if she tries it and finds out on her own that she doesn't like it.

On the other hand, who knows, maybe it will be the best meal ever! emoticon

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HAPPYSOUL91 12/9/2010 10:02AM

    Very funny, I know you will like the dinner. As far as your husband....maybe he can eat his steak in front of the TV ....out of the room! emoticon

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WISLNDR 12/9/2010 5:56AM

    I loved this blog! Thanks for nonstop giggles early in the morning!!

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DDOORN 12/8/2010 10:40PM

    Such a creative jokester! :-)

I'M the seafood lover in our home...and usually order various seafood when dining out as it's a chance for me to indulge as DW, while not *QUITE* as averse as your DH, is no fan...!

You and yours have a WONDERFUL holiday season...seafood and all...lol!

Don

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JUSTLYLE 12/8/2010 10:23PM

    O K, you've done it now, I couldn't stop laughing and my back-hip is killing me. Never will read another one of your blogs with what my new found friend [Chiropractor} claims is my rear out of line. I can smell the fish from here.
Keep those bedpans fresh!
And their doing a cat litter commercial on TV now, all just a coincidence suppose?

Skeeter
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CMRAND54 12/8/2010 10:07PM

    I love your decoration! I hadn't heard the story about your husband and the fish. Poor guy. I hope he doesn't have a similar reaction to your daughter's fish. All you can do is be patient with her. She's still pretty young. Some year you and your husband can come here for Christmas!

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IMREITE 12/8/2010 10:04PM

    very cute poew and the decoration sounds neat too! Hope you and your hubby still do some old traditions that you enjoy

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OUTDOORGIRL69 12/8/2010 9:56PM

    Thanks. I really enjoyed that and good luck to your DH on eating at the daughters for Christmas.

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SMILEYBABS 12/8/2010 9:54PM

    I love your creative decoration, poem and fish sentiment.
Peace,
Barbara

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SHOSHANADP 12/8/2010 9:52PM

    Great decoration! I hope everything goes well with the Christmas meal. I'm glad that you remember what the important part of the day is (Jesus' birth). Despite what people think, Christmas is a religious holiday. I wish the focus would return to that. (All this coming from someone who does not follow the Christian faith, and therefore does not celebrate Christmas).

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PINKHOPE 12/8/2010 9:48PM

    Cuban Grilled Fish huh? Well, I will add this anecdote. Years back our family was to gather on Christmas with siblings driving up to 3 hours home. A sudden, deep snowfall thwarted the attempts of one sibling and family and made another very late. The big meal ended up being mostly frozen leftovers. We arranged to meet at a Cracker Barrel restaurant 2 days later that was an equidistant drive for all.

One car after another pulled into the lot. We went in and got a huge table and ate then came out and literally had Christmas in the parking lot - packages sitting on trunks of cars and kids squealing in the parking lot over toys. Was it the Christmas we had imagined? No. BUT we still talk about it every year and those kids are now grown with babies of their own and they love to tell about the "Cracker Barrel Christmas".

Go eat your fish and enjoy your family :) You will be remembering this too in years to come :)

Have a great one!

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