Paleo Diet

I'm committing.

I'm going to do it.

I'm scared shitless . . . but I'm going to do it. I'm going to transition my diet to a paleo diet. After reading on Dear Thyroid an article by David Csonka and reading the comments of how eating paleo has helped others who also have thyroid disease. 


I wrote this down, and wish I'd made a note of where I found it, because it defines the paleo diet ingeniously! 

Paleo = "meat, veggies, fruits, nuts & seeds, little starch, no sugar"

Simple! Em likes simple! So does her Italian (maybe that's why he married her? Ha ha ha! Kidding!) 

The paleo diet will be good for the both of us too. It's a diet we can both do and will be something that is sustainable. It's a far cry from what I was looking at. Which was a primarily plant based diet. 

I'm excited about this . . . nervous . . . terrified . . . but excited. Glad I've finally made a decision and one that both my husband and I can do together. (It'll help keep us stuck to it!)

Medication & Diet & Exercise . . . Or maybe not Exercise

Sorry for the back to back posts.

Thinking . . . it gets me everytime!

In doing a lot of research for my thyroid, I'd found that most of the stuff I was taking meds for was related to my hypothyroidism. So . . . I took myself off of them.

And . . . I did fine until recently. My thyroid's back acting crazy and so are the symptoms. I think I need to be taking my meds like I should be . . . especially my anxiety/anti-depressants. I absolutely HATE that I have to take those. But I'm noticing a downward trend here recently (have you noticed my blog posts have been more blah recently too?) so it's time to start popping the pills again. This time I (*sigh I guess, if I have to!) have to stay on them. I don't want to take them.

I HATE taking pills.

But for my mental health, for my husband's sanity . . . I need to stay on my medication!

Ergh . . .

And I still have to pick up my cholesterol meds. :-( I'm going to do that tonight! I promise! On my way home . . .
Yea, it has to be on my way home . . . or it won't happen. Cholesterol meds are the ones I HATE the most! It feels like overkill to me. Especially when my doctor never tried to adjust my diet.

And my diet has kinda sucked recently too. I've been researching various things . . . and eating healthy one minute, crap the next. I need to quit and just start eating healthy. Quit messing around and do something about it.

Small changes . . . . I think I put that in someone's comments? Yea, yea I did.

Time to take your own advise Em.

Start small. Lets look what you're eating. Let's cut out fast food . . . oops . . . ordered Domino's for lunch.

Okay, after lunch. No. More. Fast. Food.

Lets work on that for two weeks and see where it takes you . . . Okay?

Fine! Okay . . . 

 Now about my exer . . . 

CHILL WOMAN! Do what you've been doing and we'll deal with that SLOWLY too! No more shin splints okay? Those sucked!

Back to me?

Maybe . . . yesterday was an awful day! (Biggest reason I didn't post.)

I woke up crabby . . . again. At my poor Italian. (The man has the patience of a saint . . . I swear . . . and I can see I'm wearing it thin!)

So, on my way to work I stopped at Ukrop's . . . I mean Martin's. (Farewell dear Ukrops! You will be missed! Martin's can't compare! They can try . . . but they're not a Richmond institution like you were! You rocked! I'll miss your organic sections!) I did some retail therapy.

OH! And YUM! I found POMx Iced Chocolate Coffee! It was totally yum! Had soy in it. BOO!!

I also picked up a jar of Nutella. Otherwise known to me as crack in a jar. O . . . M . . . G! I'm glad it's slightly exspensive . . . Otherwise I think I'd try to LIVE off the stuff! SO yummy! (Really good in oatmeal too!) I think there's a recipe online for home-made nutella. I'm going to have to find it and make it. This stuff is incredible! YUM! But I don't get how it's a breakfast spread. It's far too sweet! Tastes more like a dessert to me!

On my way home yesterday I was thinking about the disparity between what the mirror tells me and what my mind's eye sees. In my head, I'm in shape, fit and totally healthy. The mirror shows a different picture. I've got a ways to go still. But I do have a shape. And it's not round!! I'm more hour glassish . . . if you look on from the front.

I don't think I'll ever be boyish straight. I'd have to be pretty wide to do that. I'm broad shouldered and it seems as though my hips for gotten bigger. Or is that just the excess on them? Eh . . . I like the way they look.

I made it back to Curves on Tuesday! YAY!! Speaking of which, I was up 1.8 pounds when I weighed in at Weight Watchers. But yesterday morning and this morning my scale at home has held me steady at 207.8, so that 1 pound disappeared. YAY!!

I was supposed to get my measurements done, but I really only had time to go once around the circuit before I had to leave for a meeting at church. Of course if I hadn't spent 30 minutes in the car talking to Mom, I could have done a full work-out.

But Mom takes priority!

Especially when you're hearing about your little brother and his new fiance! It sounds like nailing down a wedding date is going to be hard! She can't go to Texas with him after he finishes in California . . . and their original plans of getting married in December sound shot. When he goes back he'll be starting his second semester of language training and working 16 hour days . . . not a good way to start a marriage. It's also CRUCIAL that he pass the second semester. I don't want him turning into an IUD Finder . . . er . . . truck driver.

(Ergh! Can't find a picture of my brother that blogger will load up! BAD BLOGGER!! BAD!!)

How did I get on Tuesday again? I was talking about yesterday! 

So at work I pretty much stayed quiet cause I wasn't feeling like my perky self . . . still don't, but I'm getting there. By the end of the day I pretty much felt like crap and just wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep. Of course that wasn't going to happen. We had poker at the house!

And my darling Italian told me he had been looking into cleaners to come clean our apartment for us . . .

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WHAT! 

Okay, I suck at house cleaning. No kidding! But I'm getting better at it, and before my Italian had his surgery, he did a good portion of it. Dishes, laundry . . . that sort of thing. Since his surgery, its fallen to me to do. Well . . . working full time doesn't make it easy! It's been a stresser recently.

But having people come into clean for us? Nu-uh!

That was really really upsetting. I wanted to cry right then and there . . . I didn't. But I wanted to.

*sigh* Sometimes I don't think that he gets that I'M FRIGGIN' EXHAUSTED when I come home from work. I don't like living in a messy house . . . But I'm worn out at the end of the day. And thinking about cleaning it is overwhelming! I NEED HIS FUCKING HELP! Not some stranger! 

We've decided to set up a cleaning schedule and we'll figure out how to get it cleaned up.

So fucking upsetting. He couldn't have picked a worse day. I already felt like shit and then he was essentially calling me a bad wife! (No, he wasn't, but that's what I heard.) 

My plan was to go to bed and sleep while he was playing poker (did I mention I was exhausted!). That didn't happen. Instead I moved my grandmother's vanity out of our closet, got it mostly set up and started working on cleaning my side of the room! I found the floor! It didn't leave! It's still there! YAY!! 

It looks better over there . . . still a mess, but I threw a TON of paper away and I've got a stack of books on the shelf on my nightstand that I want to read. OH! And I cleaned up my nightstand. It's now a techie haven! LOL! My netbook finally has a home, my phone charger is next to it as is the mouse and all my meds are secured (except my synthroid which lives on my nightstand) in the drawer undearneath.

I like the way it looks. I'll be happy once it's all cleaned up and organized. It's going to take time, but it'll get there!

I'm unearthing me! I think getting our bedroom to a peaceful, serene, relaxed, decluttered place will be good for both of us.

From there I can launch into the rest of the house. Though the next project will be our closet. There's lots of crap in there that needs to go.

:-)

I think happy me is back . . .

Even if I am still worn out and tired. But that will get fixed . . . soon I hope!

Crabby Post

Yes, I'm a little crabby today. And my poor Italian suffered the brunt of it before I left for work this morning. (I swear he has the patience of all of the saints and maybe even God himself some days! Seriously!!)

I snapped at him because he checked the mail last night and when he went through it didn't tell me there was mail from the school I just quit containing my exit interview information. And he told me he hadn't planned on telling me! (Grrrrrr . . . ) I probably went a little overboard on the snapping, but I was TIRED! (And crabby!)

I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd be home after WW and Curves and left.

Karma . . . She's a BITCH! Let me tell you. I developed the worst headache on the way to work. And it's still here. It's making my frigging cheekbones hurt! Seriously? What the heck?!! 

I finished my green monster that I'd made myself for breakfast yesterday and not finished . . . it's still here. I even made myself a mocha thinking that I needed sugar. (I use 2 packets of hot chocolate mix and then fill the mug with coffee.) Nope . . . still there. And now I have mocha splatters on the cuff of my shirt! :-( BOO!

*sigh*

Why do I always feel like crap on the days I'm supposed to go work out?

Could the headache be a hangover from water overload? Can one drink too much water? I drank 144 oz yesterday! And today, I forgot my bottles. Ergh . . . 

Alright. Back to being a good lil worker bee! (BBM is here today . . . must appear busy!!)

O . . . M . . . G

Seriously?

They freaking lost! WTF!

The Caps lost!

NOT COOL!! *sigh*

Stupid Capitals!

Saying Goodbye & More Thytalk

Bye-Bye!

No, not to this blog. I may be disappearing for a couple days at a time recently . . . but this blog ain't goin' no where!

(HA!)

No, I'm saying goodbye to Weight Watchers. We can really use the money to go elsewhere and as of right now, it's not doing a lot for me.

Well . . . to be honest? I've not really been following the plan. I've not been counting my points or tracking what I eat. I know I probably should be. But I'm not. Honestly though? I feel better when I'm eating fruits and veggies when I'm hungry and eating until I'm comfortable.

I'm actually learning what hungry is! It's kind of exciting!

I'm also learning that my body no longer likes processed sugar. Eeewwww . . . Not fun. My stomach knows it. But somehow getting the message implanted in my brain and taste buds is a TOTALLY different story! (They still think its a good idea.)

In honor of saying goodbye to WW, my Italian and I went to Target yesterday and got a new scale. :-) YAY!! It shows weight, body fat %, and body water %. It also keeps a memory of all of that. Totally cool.

I've still got a couple more weeks of WW before it runs out, so I'll continue weighing in there on Tuesdays and once its over, I'll weigh in at home on Tuesday mornings.

(I was up 2 lbs when I jumped on the scale last night though! But we'd just come home from a HUGE dinner at a Mexican restaurant. So we'll see what tomorrow brings!)

I've also decided to be a wuss and just move on from my doctor. I've not returned his call yet. But I got a glowing recommendation for a endo that I'm going to try out. I'm just going to gather my latest test results and move on.

Speaking of my thyroid. I wrote a letter to it! (Yes, yes I did.) It's been posted! Dear Thyroid posted my letter today! WOW! I've been amazed at the comments my little written temper tantrum provoked. I didn't realize a low libido was such a common thing! Or how rare it was to have a partner who was SO supportive.

I mean, my Italian doesn't fully understand why I'm tired half the time or why I'm rarely in the mood (sorry probably TMI). But he loves me and is patient with me.

But Dear Thyroid is a FABULOUS website! Loaded with tons of information and an incredible group of people! I've learned more in the past couple weeks from reading the website and comments of other people than I have in the past 2 years of having this stupid disease.

Which brings me to a question that was brought up in the comments. WHY DON'T WE HAVE A RIBBON OR FUNDING FOR A CURE!

I'm walking/running a 5k in a couple weeks for breast cancer. What about thyroid disease? Or thyroid cancer specifically? Seriously?

I don't know where to start to get that ball rolling, but I want it to start! I'll gladly whore myself out raise money for that . . .


HARUMPH!

Any ideas?

Capitals FAIL!

Okay, I'm no longer on speaking terms with the Washington Capitals right now. They LOST! 2 - 1! WHAT THE HECK!

ON HOME-FRIGGIN'-ICE! How the heck do you lose on home ice?

So totally mad at them right now. Game 6 is on Monday in Montreal.

YOU BETTER WIN! 


That. Is. All.