Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Let your food be your medicine and your medicine be yourfood~Hippocrates

(That was sent to me by a dear lady friend on a day that I needed some serious pick me up)
Just because I am a strong woman, a little rough around the edges and NOT afraid to say what is on my mind does not mean I am impenetrable to being left out, not thanked, or above having my feelings hurt.

What it does mean is I call shit like it is, and courtesy of a near and dear friend of mind I have learned that I have to stand up for myself more. I am done being bull dozed or having people assume I can handle something someone else couldn't because I am tough.

I am over being insulted and attacked for speaking my mind. I spend my days reading and researching all, yes... ALL angles of food and nutrition. I am not perfect and there is NO perfect diet but there is a lot of evidence out there pointing to how broke we are when it comes to how to eat and how unhealthy we are as a nation.

We are a nation of sick care not health care or even much preventative care. What I say, I say out of LOVE and for pure information dissemination. I pass on any research I can. Good or bad. You don't have to agree with me or give a shit just don't attack me.  Heck just don't read what I have to say if you don't like what I say. 

I, believe it or not, wear my heart on my sleeve. I am incredibly flexible to a fault. I will take shit and more shit and even more shit until I reach my shit threshold.  Once I'm there, well then I'm inflexible! I'm done. As I'm getting older and having been walked on by one too many people my shit threshold is getting shorter. 

I know how offended people get about the way they live their lives. THIS IS MY JOB and I take it very seriously. This is NOT a hobby for me.  I work with people ALL the time and see how attached they are to food and how much comfort food brings.  AND GUESS WHAT?  I KNOW I am an emotional eater.  When things are bad I reach for JUNK FOOD.  I just do.  See...I'm not any different.  I have been fat, I have let food control me, I have been on a 1 gallon bag of pharmaceuticals  to cure what ails me.  Been there and done that and I've burned that t-shirt and am taking a different approach to life.

I will continue to be strong and to look at ALL sides of  an issue and not fall prey to to American laziness of believing what I see, hear, or read FROM ONE SOURCE without question.  I QUESTION EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME.  I JUST DO.  I am always looking for a better way to get healthy, stay healthy, and be stronger. 

Lastly, I NEVER say anything ever with the intention of hurting someone.  That is just not me, that's not my MO.  So, if I have said something that offends you I didn't likely know that I did it.  I don't like hurting others, in fact I LOVE to help people.  So just know, I'm not out to make you feel anything other than convicted in your ways and happy with your life.


Today was my 4 week post-op anniversary!  I was so excited to go to Columbia to see my doc and nurse.  I had just had my youngest daughter point out to me a few days ago that I was standing upright completely for the first time since surgery, and I was!!  Shoulders back and everything this week, it felt great!  Not able to be maintained all day but awesome all the same.

The docs were all impressed with my progress and the scar and thankfully not worried that my belly button might be infected.  I got out of the shower Tuesday night pretty sure it might be infected as I had never seen it so red (granted I do not spend A LOT of time looking at it).  Happy that there is no infection there.  I can now start massaging (insert gag here) my navel, not sure why...I know they told me however when they were telling me I was breaking out into a nervous sweat :)  I'm such a wuss when it comes to touching the stomach. 

Monday, April 1, 2013

Bloating and Gas

So we went to our fave little dinner spot on Saturday night in Springfield MO and I got my fave dish and am still paying for it. I have never been more bloated and distended and in total discomfort. I feel like my belly is trying to push through my scar! It hurts. That's what I get for eating junk for first time in 3 weeks.

3 gas x and almost 6 hrs later and I'm still miserable and sipping on some mint tea.
Maybe I will be over it tomorrow.

Oh and can I say sneezing and coughing...yah not my favorite things to do! It is the strangest feeling in my belly button when I sneeze, can't say strange good either.

So over the weekend I have noticed my girdles that I have been wearing since day 1 are no longer staying where they Are supposed to and are sliding down to mid-stomach, which is painful. The nerves reattaching in my abdominal skin produces the feeling of being scratched by carpenter nails even with just the light brush of clothes and with the girdle slipping its producing pain. So YaY that means its too big and my swelling is going down. All except in my legs which seem to be retaining water the most :(. Right now with all this internal gas I can't say I feel not bloated. I feel like a fat tick on a dogs back! (Grew up on a farm, saw plenty of ticks...hate those things). Anyway, ordered a pair of Spax super control to see if that will work for my replacement garment. to shower.