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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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CARRAND 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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