Weeks 17 & 18. Game On.

People have been asking me about my diet and how I’m losing weight, as it’s finally obvious when you look at me now. I’m not going to lie, it feels pretty good that all of my hard work has been noticed but frankly, it’s the stuff you can’t see that I’m the most happy about. It’s also the stuff that I need to remember.

Lots of you know my crazy health story of the last few years, but just as many of you don’t. So I want to share what’s going on, so you have a better understanding. And hopefully, to also show other people dealing with the same nightmarish crap, that it can get better.

About 3 years ago, I was in 2 car accidents within 5 months of each other. Thankfully I wasn’t badly hurt in either one but on a side note, I did get to enjoy a ride in an ambulance in the dark, down a mountain pass, which was kinda fun. My body went through a lot in those 5 months, and after months of severe pain, I was diagnosed with trauma-induced Fibromyalgia. My main symptoms were localized pain – especially in my chest, hips and pressure points, headaches, internal tremors and massive weakness in my extremities. Some days I could hardly function, as in I could hardly do anything beyond lay on a couch and cry. I’m still trying to figure out what’s Fibro, what’s just being out of shape or just a part of being old. It’s a very confusing, horrible and awful thing to have that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

About 6 months after my last car accident, I got my period. Not a big deal, except that it stayed for 15 months. Straight. I’ll spare you all the gory details but will tell you that it wasn’t your ordinary run of the mill period, it was like a scene from The Shining. I’m fairly certain that I also single-handedly kept the Always maxi-pad franchise afloat for the entire year. I was poked and prodded, had ultrasounds and biopsies and CT scans and all sorts of other goodness with no real answers ever found. At about the one year mark, I received my first blood transfusion as I was basically a walking ghost that was starting to have trouble even staying upright. Within a week of that, I started iron transfusions. They were super hard on my body, as I was so depleted and weak, that surviving those was a battle of its own. I enjoyed collapsed veins, bruises and many needle holes but all of the delicious hospital ice that I could eat, so it wasn’t all bad. 3 months later, I went through the whole transfusion process again, and was finally approved for a hysterectomy.  I joyfully planned my Goodbye Uterus party, but within a month, my surgery dream was taken away as my BMI was 1 point too high for my surgeons hospital. To say that I was upset would be an understatement as I was still bleeding, and was so sick of feeling so awful. My surgeon was angry that I had been turned down so he referred me to his mentor who just so happened to be one of the top doctors in the province. In hindsight, I’m thankful that my surgery was cancelled as my body probably wouldn’t have handled it all the well and I would’ve ended up in a worse boat than I was already in. Instead, this fabulous new doctor said let’s start at the beginning and try the simplest things first. A week after meeting him, I had an IUD inserted. A week after that, I stopped bleeding. He did more testing and it was determined that I was very peri-menopausal, and that my body in all of it’s fabulous-ness slammed itself into that menopausal wall and went berserk. That was all that was wrong. Angry girly parts, and an extra early stop on the menopause train.

I was still very weak, in a bunch of pain and had an immune system that was hardly functioning. My adrenal glands and my liver were angry and very upset with me, but for the first time in a really long time, I had hope that relief was on the horizon. I knew that it was time to change my life and my habits but wasn’t exactly sure how. I was soon diagnosed with malnutrition, and I knew that my change would have to start with food. But how? I was 100 pounds overweight, suffering from malnutrition and living a life filled with pain. It had been 4 months of me pondering what I was going to do when I walked into The Medicine Shoppe and my coach asked me if I was ready to get better. I said Yes, and here we are.

So, what has changed?

  • I no longer have to take any supplemental iron, which you may or may not know, is actually pretty tough on your body.
  • I am no longer in constant pain. I now have bad days as opposed to always bad ones, but I almost always know why they’re happening. Stress & doing way more than I should cause me pain, but I can change that.
  • I now feel rested when I wake up in the morning, even though I only sleep about 5 hours/night.
  • I’ve more or less been able to give up sugar, and don’t suffer from the highs and lows that brings about.
  • I no longer spend half my day on the couch crying in pain or feeling defeated because I wasn’t able to accomplish anything yet again.
  • I have energy. I can think clearly. I feel so much better about myself.
  • I am losing weight.

It’s been a really rough couple of weeks, and I needed to write this all out, not just for you guys but for me as well. I needed to remind myself of where I was, and how incredibly awful my life had become. I needed to remember the reasons that I began this journey in the first place. I needed the reminder that I had to take time to focus on myself.

I’ve let life get in my way again. I’ve let circumstances control the choices that I’m making for myself and I can’t do that anymore. I need to completely buy into my program, and actually do what my coach tells me to do. I need to drink the water. I need to eat the food. All of it. I need to stop being such a twit and allowing my crazy life to dictate my journey.

I am getting better, which I’m very thankful for. But “getting better” isn’t enough anymore, it’s time to do better and just be better. Today I’m choosing to not be so complacent and just satisfied with being content.

I am a Mom. I am a Wife. I am a Foster Parent. I have 7 children, a cat & a dog. I have Fibro. I have an insane schedule and almost zero time for myself.

Thankfully, I am also really good at getting my way and finishing first. And that is exactly what I plan on doing – winning the game that I have been playing and losing all of my life. Consider this the beginning of the second half, that’s where the game gets the most exciting anyways.

Game-On people. Game-On.

 

 

  • CONSIDERING JOINING ME ON IDEAL PROTEIN?  There’s still lots of room on my team. I have an excellent coach & team The Medicine Shoppe in Sherwood Park. They’ve graciously made an offer for all of my friends that want to join me in this adventure. If you let them know that you read this blog and want to join my Dream Team of Losers, they’ll take 50% off of your registration costs. If you want more info, send me a message. Or reach out to the Coach here.

 

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5 thoughts on “Weeks 17 & 18. Game On.

  1. Tracey Nielsen July 8, 2017 at 11:48 am Reply

    Love this. Love you.

    T

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  2. Cyndi July 8, 2017 at 3:18 pm Reply

    He is close to those who are broken hearted and crushed in spirit. You are walking proof of this! Good for you! Sorry for your losses (though not the pain or weight loss)

  3. oawritingspoemspaintings August 24, 2017 at 2:43 pm Reply

    Very best of luck with your weight loss on the healthy food plan and best wishes for a very speedy recovery!

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