Friday, July 13, 2012
Day 3: Eat Sitting Down
I know it is important to eat sitting down, one important step in eliminating mindless eating. As empty nesters, my husband and I have gotten into the terrible habit of eating dinner in front of the t.v. But mindless eating is more than that. It is the nibbling while cooking, the free samples at the big box stores, the candy dishes at meetings. While cooking yesterday, even when I am being hyper-vigilant about what goes into my mouth, I caught myself several times lifting the strawberry or piece of shrimp up towards my mouth. Most of the time I was able to correct the behavior!
The true test begins today. In just a couple of minutes my husband and I take off for the airport. We are off to New Orleans to visit our youngest daughter (and meet the beau)! Initially when I picked up the Beck book, I thought I would start after we returned from our trip, but we are going to have others trips, and this program or new lifestyle has to be something I can do everywhere, not just at home. So wish me luck, no not luck, wish me perseverance.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Yesterday's task following the Beck plan was to pick two reasonable diets. You know, diet is such an interesting concept. My mom, a healthy, trim, physically fit woman, has been questioned by acquaintances over her food choices. People want to know why "she" would need to be on a diet. She informs them that we are all on a diet each and every day of our lives. She just happens to be one of those people who are very aware of what her diet consists. For me, changing the mindset around the word diet is important. I am just replacing my current diet with a healthier alternative. It's a life long choice, not a short term solution.
Beck has you make two choices, having an alternative chosen in case you are not successful with your first choice. My two choices are #1 Spark Eating Plan and #2 Weight Watchers. I believe these are two solid choices. I feel like the Spark plan will help me eat a more nutritionally balanced diet. While I have been successful counting points in the past, I haven't always incorporated sound nutritional choices in my menus.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Last Tuesday I came home from the hospital and wrote this in my journal. Things seem to be returning to normal, so I guess it's time to post it.
The endless loop of confusion and fear has finally ended. This weekend I experienced what I have come to know as Transient Global Amnesia. While today I can say that this is a medical condition is relatively low in the health risk department, I can tell you it is a very frightening experience for the patient, although I would guess, it is even a more frightening experience for the loved ones around you.
My hospital experience started in the emergency room, being examined by an endless stream of doctors, all of whom were asking the same barrage of questions. Luckily for me I didn't even have a clue that I had been asked these questions moments before. Frustrating for me is the fact that I had no idea how to answer their questions. How did I get to the hospital? What was I doing before coming? Had I bumped my head? Used cleaning products? and on and on. I don't remember, I don't know, confusing looks, tears, although my husband tells me I balanced the tears with laughter. Over a period of time, whether by instinct or a learned reaction, I would simply turn to my husband for answers. I just didn't know the answers to their questions, but somehow I did know that I could trust his answers? Around and around we went. I guess for a lot of this time I was in the emergency room, which is still a total blank to me, and then I was finally admitted to the hospital.
The doctor's questioning loop continued but with that also came a CAT Scan, Lumbar punch, MRI, and some test where the connect 24 wires to your head and take a reading (EEG). As time progressed I started to build new memories again of my time in the hospital, and I started to recognize recurring faces in my treatment process. Listening to my husband's answers I started to piece some things together. Over time real memory pieces of the last couple of days started to stick. And I actually started to talk about some pieces that I hadn't been told about. I think my recalling these moments was the moment that started to put my husband at ease.
You know it's funny, but when I went to see that movie with friends about the husband who daily visited his wife with Alzheimer's and talked to her every day about their life together because on occasion she would have moments of lucidness, I went away from the theater saying, "Oh yeah, that is my husband, he would do that for me." I guess he reaffirmed my thoughts that he would do that for me. I'm sure he's glad that he only had to do that for a couple of days.
Memories from Saturday to Monday have been effected. I think of Monday as the lost day. I'm not sure if I'm really remembering that day, or have just heard the story often enough that I am remembering the retell. Saturday and Sunday are coming back to me in pieces. It can still be confusing trying to get my thoughts in order. As I began to recover yesterday (Tuesday), it became the day full of self-doubt. I became aware of what had happened to me, and I was really scared to think that I might have to think quickly. How would I respond to my students' actions? Could I answer questions and make good decisions? It took me a good part of yesterday to just be able to remember the names of all my first graders. But as the day progressed, I realized that I could start to again have confidence in the brain inside my head. I am going to be alright! I am remembering.
The doctors say this is a rare affliction. The neurologist we saw had only seen a dozen cases in twenty years. Because of the transient aspect of this illness, it doesn't last long and is usually starting to clear up by the time they rule out the more obvious triggers (stroke, brain tumor) and call in the neurologist.
While the only thing that remains for me are a few aches and pains from medical procedures and a couple of swiss cheese days, I can say that I am thankful it's over and look forward to this being a once in a lifetime event. But beyond that, I am even more thankful for the love and kindness of my family, for the strength of my husband who was there with me every step of the way. I wish I could erase the worries I caused them and hope this experience is truly a once in a lifetime event.
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