Thursday, November 04, 2010
The results of my latest Adrenal test came back so I met with Doc. The truly good news is that I'm 80% better!
I've come back from Stage 3 Adrenal failure to an amazing Stage 1.
My cortisol levels are much better although still high in the mornings which raises a few questions and concerns.
My DHEA levels are still a little low but on the upward swing.
Continue on the program Iím on, with a few tweaks to the supplement intake.
He is adding another supplement which is to help burn the fat.
In February 2011 Doc wants me to retake the ďspecialĒ test (my phrase, not his) due to the morning cortisol level being high. Itís really a test that analyzes my poo (yuck). The Mr is never thrilled when I bring that little box home to collect samples over few days. Truthfully, it doesnít excite me either. Doc wants to see if I have yet another, or rather, an undiscovered Parasite in my gut which is causing the cortisol levels to rise in the morning and slow down my weight loss. The joy! He is giving me till February due to the cost to run the labs. Iím just hoping I donít have a parasite. The cost of the antibiotics to kill it is painfully high.
He also made a note in my file that I should increase my exercise - up to 12 hours a week (720 minutes) . I'm not sure what that type of workout schedule looks like but I'll figure it out. I currently average 1,500 minutes a month. Note from Doc, if I had tried that before (working out long and hard) I would have further damaged my metabolism and continued to gain weight. A bit mind blowing really! Now my system is just thriving on it.
He believes my nutrition is spot on and that eating within 1,500 to 1,700 calories a day is perfect. He loves that Iím continuing to not eat gluten, eggs, dairy, soy, soda, and sugar. My body loves it too!
Doc further believes that my weight loss will increase by two to four pounds a month. I liked the sound of that!
The dark side of me was secretly hoping I would be done and itís having a hard time with that remaining 20% business. This process is a long and an expensive one. Doc has been practicing for 17-years so understands some of us hit a point of ďI need to be doneĒ and asked if I needed a break from it all. If my answer was yes, it is possible to take a few months off without any damage. Yeah, I need a break but letís keep going was my initial thought. I told him I'd let him know in February when the new test results come back if I need time away from it all. He thought that sounded like a great idea.
I continue to be concerned about the cost, yet I canít afford not to move forward.
After 7-months, Iím thrilled with the 80%!
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
I love reading SP blogs and I subscribe to A LOT of them! I grab a cup of tea and settle in for a good read, chuckle, cry and light bulb moments. They are your stories, our stories, our truths, our lives that a lot of us keep separate from our Facebook friends, co-workers, family and friends alike. Some blogs cut deep into my soul and I relive them until they settle in and take hold.
SERGEANTMAJOR doesn't blog very often but when he does he just slaps it on the table and leaves it there for the world to see. Today part of his blog said this, "Exercise should not become some form of OCD but rather something as integrated into our lives as eating, sleeping, showering and brushing our teeth. Perhaps this is the unconventional wisdom we need to internalize."
I actually smiled and sat back in my chair when I read that. It's thought provoking and even more so today as I have dreams of skipping the gym to go play with my new little kitty, Roadrunner, at home. I won't of course, I have a date with the elliptical and treadmill after work.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Head strong to the point of stupid - that's my assessment in regards to my stretching or lack there of. I'm the first to admit that I don't stretch as I should and I should now more than ever due to running. Even my massage therapist makes comments about my leg muscles being in distress and getting more out of my workouts by stretching. I usually shake my head, smile and say okay and then resume to my normal non-stretching routine. Why don't I stretch - I hate taking the time is the real reason. See, head strong to the point of stupid.
Well last week my left leg said no more. It locked up on me, cutting a run short and left me in tears one day. Friday night I got out my exercise band and got down on the living room floor and stretched for a good 15 minutes. The Mr even helped out. It was pain pleasure moment as I felt my left leg muscles unlock. I've repeated the action everyday since, twice a day.
Sunday morning I walked up to the gym and before doing anything else I grabbed a floor mat and stretched out - an amazing feeling! After my stretching I put away my iPod and set out to run my 5K. My legs felt strong and steady - better than they have in a long time. I ran. Without music, I had nothing to focus on but time, tenths of a mile adding up, and my body. Shear will and determination carried me through that 5K. Yeah, that's right I ran a 5K without my music! I ran a 5K without my music! After my run I stretch again. During my trip home I decided to to walk/jog - yup felt good.
I'm over the "I don't have time to stretch" talk and into the "Hold on, I've got to stretch before I do that."
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Tonight Mr and I went out to the running trail for a brisk 2.5 mile walk. My left leg has been knotted up in pain this week - the result of a bad pair of shoes (they've been tossed) and no stretching - so I didn't want to run. The pain was bad enough yesterday that I did have to cut my run short. I finally got it stretched out tonight, that was a hurt so good moment.
This was our view when we started out.
Our pace was spot on and I felt the urge to run a couple of times but held back due to my leg, the muscles were on fire. On the home stretch we suddenly heard a tiny little peep and then other and another. Mr and I looked at each other and said, "kitty!?" Yup, there in the middle of God's Country was a kitten. It was obvious the kitty had once been a pet and I was instantly angry, I grew up in rural Iowa on a farm and learned early that people can be cruel and dump animals. In my mind I truly believe there is a special place in he11 for people who do this! I digress, we tried for 15 minutes to capture him but he was quick on his feet so we head home.
Not 15 minutes later we were back on the hunt not only for kitty but for Mr's iPod that slipped out of his pocket while chasing the kitty. The trail closes at 8:00 p.m. so we had 30 mintues to get in and out before our car was locked in for the night and we would have a nice long walk back into town. We were armed with flashlights, a cat carrier and a can of wet cat food. I found the iPod in the first spot I looked, YES! Then we heard the peeps again. I quickly opened the can of food and in less than 5-minutes I had kitty in hand. YES, let the purring begin.
We made it back to the car in minutes only to be stopped by a passing car. We recongized the passengers from the trail - they had come back to try to rescue Little Bit! So much love. Little Bit peeped all the way back to town. Thankfully, we made it to pet store before it closed, as we ented Little Bit peeped a hello. The sales staff listened with great interest of the rescue and handed us free bags of kitty food and told us to come back tomorrow with the kitty so the on call vet could give shots, flea and worm medicine. Score! We bought a litter pan and headed home.
I worried that our 16-year old cat would have a fit - she doesn't play well with others. So far she doesn't give a hoot about the little noise maker in the bathroom. He's home now!
I never dreamed of finding love on my trail but who couldn't love this face?
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