Thursday, June 24, 2010

So my ring fell off...

Between my thyroid levels being correct for over a year, the pregnancy and the gfcf died, I've lost some 20 lbs since last summer. I don't know how a hypothyroid person comes out of a pregnancy with a net weight loss, but it happened. The other night I was making gfcf brownies (a bit ironic) and my engagement ring slipped off my finger! I noticed about a week or so ago that it was loose and sliding around on my finger a lot. However, when I went outside or did a lot of things around the house it fit well again. In fact, it's been so humid that sometimes when I'm outside for a while my rings start to feel really tight. I'm not really sure what to do about this at the present. I'm afraid if I get my ring sized down now that it'll be too tight when it gets to be warm. I'm also afraid that if I wait until the fall that I might actually lose my ring. I don't think there's so much of a difference that I could use one of those bridges on it. Currently I think my rings are sized at 7 and a quarter (weird size, I know) and I think they could be taken in to about 6.5. Sigh. I think I may end up waiting to see what happens :/

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Just Say "No!"

I really should stop watching the news, it just makes me yell at the tv. There is some sort of watch dog group, The Center for Science in the Public Interest, that is suing McDonald's over the toys in the Happy Meals. No, the toys aren't full of lead or cadmium and they don't pose a choking hazard. They're suing McDonald's because the toys are included in the Happy Meals.

The Center for Science in the Public Interest claims that the presence of toys in the Happy Meals entices children to eat them, to want them and demand them. There is probably a good deal of truth to that. They claim that since the toys lure children to the Happy Meals that children therefore are eating unhealthy meals. This also makes sense, McDonald's meals aren't the most nutritious things out there.

Here's the problem with their claims. What they are essentially telling Americans is that they are too stupid to parent, that they can't make good, smart and nutritious meal choices for their children. Yes, Happy Meals aren't fabulous for you, but if you avoid the soda and the fries, you've made some good steps in the right direction. Also, who is getting their kids Happy Meals on a daily or weekly basis? I know we only had them once in a while growing up and when we did they were a great treat. You can also by pass the meal entirely and just purchase the toy.

Here's the biggest part of the problem. People seem to forget that parents can just say "No" when a child asks for something. You don't have to, nor should you, give into a child every single time he or she makes a request. Granted, Doug isn't old enough to know what McDonald's is or to want it, but when I taught I used "No" frequently. Children don't know what's good for them all the time. It's our job as parents to teach them, and saying "No" to an unhealthy meal on occasion will help them learn.

That's my two cents.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Milk Was A Bad Choice

No, I didn't have any milk, I just enjoy that quote from Ron Burgundy; that one and the one about the origin of 'San Diego'. Anyway, it's time for an update on the gfcf diet.

Last Thursday I went to the local Amish Market to get some ribs for dinner. I'd had ribs the week before from Famous Dave's so I wasn't worried about it. Well, about fifteen minutes into dinner, I felt really sick. I was quite bewildered at the time. I wondered if there was some how butter on the ribs or in the sauce. Later that night Jeff pointed out that the ribs had been really fatty, which got me to thinking. The pizza we'd had the week before was very greasy. Pizza is typically greasy, but then you throw ham and pepperoni on it and it's insane. I don't have a gallbladder anymore; which if you don't know, stores bile from the liver to break down food, particularly fatty and greasy foods. The liver can do it on its own, but there's a period of adjustment after the gallbladder is removed. Afterward most people don't have any problems, but some people just don't readjust. I have a feeling that's the problem. I think dairy was causing issues because of the fat content.

So Saturday I felt daring about my new theory. My grandma had invited us over for dinner and had Ledo's pizza. It's spectacular pizza, especially if you get it form the original Ledo's, which she did. It can also be pretty greasy. So I took care to only eat a few slices of just the cheese pizza and get rid of as much of the grease as I could. And I didn't die! I wasn't in agony minutes or hours later. The next night we went out to dinner for Father's Day. The restaurant had a special menu for the occasion. I wasn't planning on that and I felt quite ambushed by it. I'd wanted to get a nice piece of grilled fish, nice and lean and no grease. Instead of their normal variety of grilled fish, they only had salmon. I like salmon, but its not my favorite. My brother ordered the same thing, and we were both surprised by how greasy it was when it came. But it ended up being ok, as long as I avoided the mushrooms(one of my fav foods!). I still felt daring so I ate a roll with real butter! Again, I didn't feel sick during or hours after the meal.

Although I didn't feel sick to my stomach, I did feel ill this weekend. Last week when I was entirely gfcf, I felt great. I had great energy, I slept well and my muscles and joints didn't ache. After Saturday night, I felt sore and achy and just generally unwell. I think it's still too early to point the finger at wheat and dairy, but I have heard of people feeling much better without it. So, I think I shall say good-bye to wheat and dairy. I felt so well last week, and really, I can live without them if it means I will feel that great.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

A Very Bad Idea

So this was the scene Saturday morning at approximately 1:30 am:

For the last week or so, Doug has been falling asleep some where between 9 and 10 pm, which is wonderful. He is then eligible for a bottle some where between 12 and 1 am. He typically sleeps through this bottle and then wakes up some time between 2 and 3, and some times as late as 4 am.

So, I like to problem solve, and believe me, waking up at 2 is a problem. I came up with the world's most brilliant plan: we wake Doug up some time between 12 and 1 for a bottle and then he'll sleep until 5 or 6, maybe 7 if we get lucky! However, as you can see from the picture, this didn't work out so well. You see, he was evidently asleep for a reason. He was freaking tired. Neither coaxing nor cajoling could keep him awake for more than a few sucks of the bottle. Finally, after an hour and 3 sad ounces, we called it quits.

I don't know why Jeff came up with such a stupid idea anyway...

Friday, June 18, 2010

Casual Friday

I remember looking forward to wearing jeans to work once a month. I'd be excited about it all week, some times it was even enough to get me out of bed when I felt ill. Well, now Doug and I have our own casual Fridays.

Doug and I have been busy all week, running errands and visiting people. Today, I decided that we'd just hang out at home. Unfortunately, I had a horrible sinus headache this morning. I really just needed to sleep for a few hours, so I called my mom. She came over and sat with Doug until I woke up at noon. Before she left, she mentioned that Doug had pretty much been awake since 9. So, I fed myself and started to feed Doug. And feed him and feed him. Over the course of an hour he'd only taken 3 of the 7 ounces in his bottle. At one point I lifted him to my shoulder to burp him and he felt like he'd lost all his bones! He fell asleep while I attempted to burp him. I was still in my night gown and he seemed desperate to sleep, so we just got back in bed. He curled up next to me and slept for about two and a half hours. When he woke up he was seriously hungry! So we had a nice bottle and then some cuddling and play time in bed. At 5 I decided that it was time for us to get up.

I like this new kind of casual Friday!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

So Long Netflix!

Dear Netflix,
We're sorry, things just aren't working out between us. We know that this is the second time we've broken up with you, but please trust us, it's not you, it's us. We like spontaneity, we want to be able to decide half an hour before we watch a movie what we want to see. We're just not ready for the long term commitment and the premeditation it requires to be with you. No, we won't go to Blockbuster, The Red Box or On Demand either. It's ok, we're not looking to jump into a new video relationship quite yet. In fact, part of the problem is that we're in a movie rut. We watch the same nine movies over and over again. When we finish watching Star Wars episodes 1 through 6, we start watching Lord of the Rings. So, you see, we're boring, you don't want to be with us anyway.

Maybe some day we can be together again, but until then, may the force be with you!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Back on the GFCF Wagon

Saturday, after nearly a week on a GFCF (gluten free and casein free) diet, I decided it wasn't working. It had been working some, but not enough (I am impatient!). I decided that something else must be wrong and that pizza was an excellent idea for dinner. To say that pizza was a mistake would be understating things somewhat. I felt like I was going through a gastrointestinal Pearl Harbor. The most annoying thing about all my suffering, was that pizza has both gluten AND casein, so I couldn't even narrow it down to one or the other. Needless to say, Saturday night I recommitted myself to the diet.

Sunday we went shopping for some GFCF goodies. We went to MOM'S (My Organic Market) and were able to get some GFCF butter substitute, snack pretzels, pasta and sandwich bread. The only thing that wasn't so great was the bread; it was hard and very crumbly. Making GFCF meals can be easy, it just takes a little more planning. I did find that Chipotle is an excellent place for a GFCF meal, you just have to avoid their tortillas, cheese and sour cream. I had their very yummy crispy tacos for the first time Sunday night.

Going GFCF would be much harder if I didn't have the support that I do. Friends and family have been sending me tips, advice and food. A close friend of mine went shopping at Trader Joe's (I totally am going to hit them up tomorrow!) and brought over GFCF pasta, bread, brownie mix, chips, salsa and lots of other yummy food. We had a very nice spaghetti dinner last night that actually tasted like spaghetti. It was also the first meal I'd had in a while that didn't make me feel ill. The brownies were absolutely fantastic! So yummy! I need to get some more of that mix to share at my family's 4th of July party.

So for now, I'm going to keep at it. I'm definitely going to wait a while before I re-challenge myself, and definitely do it one food group at a time!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Things Full of the Awesome!

Or otherwise titled "I don't know why we bought him toys".

Here is item one. Note the extreme awesomeness radiating from it.

Yep. That's the ceiling fan from our bedroom. Occasionally Doug is so transfixed by its awesome whirlyness that he actually forgets to eat. Other times when he gets fussy all Jeff has to do is spin the fan with his hand (if it's off) and Doug will settle down and grin at the fan.

The next item's awesomeness is somewhat apparent to all, but maybe I just really like it.

This hangs over our love seat, which is usually where we're sitting when we feed Doug in the living room. And woe onto you if you decided to sit somewhere else where he can't see it to feed him.

Item number three has only recently been infused with the awesome. Either that or Doug has gone several weeks without noticing it.

It's a digital picture frame. We got one after we got married and as we left it on all the time, it burnt out. So this one is on a timer, so it's only on in the evening. Try to explain that to an eleven week old who has a tantrum when he looks over at it and it's not on. Lets just say it's been on a LOT more frequently lately.

The next item I have very mixed feelings about it. I'm not very happy that Doug already thinks it's awesome.

It's Anduril, you know, forged from the shards of Narsil. Needless to say, its something Jeff got before me and will get put away before Doug gets too old.

Maybe we'll save some serious money on toys...

Monday, June 7, 2010

Digesting Knives

So ever since I had my gall bladder removed in February of 2009, I've had stomach problems of one kind or another. Initially, my upset stomach could definitely be traced back to my lack of a gallbladder, usually when I'd had something fried or some protein that wasn't particularly lean. Then it just became vague, I'd get an upset stomach eating seemingly innocuous foods. Towards the middle of my pregnancy the problem went away. I was optimistic that it was over. I guess pregnancy is just weird that way, because now its come back with a vengeance.

About two weeks ago, I got tired of it. I decided that it can't be my lack of gallbladder anymore, that there must be something else wrong. So I went to my doctor, and she tested me for several things, among them a gluten intolerance disease (Celiac disease) and lactose intolerance. All the tests turned up negative. Which, I have to admit, was disappointing on some level. It's frustrating to be unwell for no discernible reason. I decided to forgo the trip to a specialist. I didn't want to go through a lot of invasive testing to get a diagnosis of exclusion (IBS) and then be told to take Imodium and get on with my life.

I really wasn't sure where to go from there. I didn't want to continue to see doctors, but I wanted to feel better. Saturday we went to Barnes and Noble after lunch, and I of course, ended up in the bathroom. Naturally, you can't take books you haven't bought into the bathroom. However, I have a Nook, and once you're in the store, you can read ebooks (most of them) for free while you're there. So, I decided to browse the health section. I stumbled upon a book called 'What Your Doctor May Not Tell You About IBS'. With IBS, of course, in big bold yellow letters. Let me tell you, sometimes its nice to have Nook; other people can't tell what you're reading. Anyway, I discovered through the book (which I ended up buying) that most people who have the symptoms of IBS have some sort of food intolerance or allergy. It said something to the effect that testing for one doesn't bring up evidence of the other. So I could have a sensitivity to dairy, just not an allergy. In addition to food sensitivites, many people also have a build of of yeast in their intestines, which totally throw off the balance of organisms in there. I can totally see myself having waaay too much yeast. The number of times I've been on antibiotics in the last two years, and IV antibiotics, is staggering! Then there's the fact that I went over board with soda when the pregnancy ended. Simple sugars feed the yeast, so they just keep on growing, even possibly putting down roots in your digestive tract. Yeah. I wanted to take a scalding hot shower after I read that.

So anyway, I came up with a plan, guided by the book. For at least two weeks I am going to avoid all foods containing gluten and casein (milk and wheat protein). I'm also not going to have any soda (caffeine can aggravate things) or juice so I can starve the yeast so it will die. I'm also going to take a pro-biotic in the hopes that it'll help restore the balance in my digestive system. After two weeks, I'll introduce a potentially problematic food and see what happens. I think I'm going to find a sensitivity to dairy. I think my body is just so out of whack right now that it just can't deal with it.

So far today I've had eggs (over hard), pineapple and celery with peanut butter (life is good when you can have peanut butter!), and I've felt pretty good. My stomach doesn't feel like it's trying to digest kitchen knives. I'm pretty optimistic that this will get to the root of things. I'll keep you posted :)

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Gift

So, this came for Doug in the mail today.

It's from a well meaning, but eccentric and clueless relative. I won't say whose side of the family this person is on. This person has grown children and is hence a mother. The price tag that was still attached to this, lets call it a thing, indicated that she paid $19.99 for it. The shipping label on the box listed postage as being $9.99. So in all, this gift cost approximately 30 bucks.

Now, I am sure that no matter how I say this I'm going to come across as ungrateful. But come on! Seriously?!? If you're going to spend 30 bucks, send something useful! Doug does have some things that he's still too small for. All those things are clothes, and will be needed in the Fall. He does have some other stuffed animals, but they are all appropriately sized for an infant or a toddler.

As my Mom pointed out, this thing could definitely suffocate him. I don't want to think of what would happen if this thing caught on fire.

Needless to say, we're not keeping it. I'm torn between giving it away to charity or flat out throwing it out.

For a baby to bunny comparison:

Note the terrified look on Doug's face.

To show obvious baby hazard:

Not Quite So Peachy

Ugh. I apologize for the decrease in postings, but I kinda feel like a truck hit me, and then backed over me for good measure.

It started around Mother's Day. I began to feel a little tired and sore, and its just been spiraling down from there. I'm not sure if it's related to my body adjusting back to it's non-pregnant state, or if it's related to the Whooping Cough vaccine I received the week before Mother's Day. Since I have auto-immune thyroid disease, anything that activates my immune system usually makes me sick. I've decided that this year Jeff and Doug will get the flu shot, and I'll try to avoid sick people and do copious amounts of hand washing.

I'm not sick to the point where I was 2 years ago, and I hope to not let it get that bad. I'm due to have my thyroid checked next week. So potentially, I could start to feel better in a week or two. Right now I'm just kind of relaxing, trying to save what energy I have for Doug and cursing the fact that I have to go upstairs to the bathroom. My legs are screaming in pain.

Also, I'm trying to avoid WebMd. There's nothing like diagnosing yourself with new diseases! Last week I diagnosed myself with Celiac disease. I'm not a total nut case, fyi, it's totally plausible that I have it. Once your body figures out how to develop antibodies towards one tissue or organ, its more likely to do it to something else. I went to the doctor to get tested for it last week, and they have yet to give me the results, which makes me nervous. Each time I called them about it, they deflected me. Yesterday they told me the results were in the mail. I have this feelings they're avoiding me because they don't want to deal with questions I might ask if its positive. Which is fine, I get that, I won't be annoying. I'd just like to be able to get in the list to see a specialist sooner rather than later if I need to. More likely than not my tummy issues are stemming from my lack of gallbladder. Let's see, I think Saturday night I diagnosed myself with Fatty Liver Disease. I think I talked myself out of that one by reasoning that the surgeon who removed my gallbladder should have said something if that was the case. Last night I was concerned with Multiple Sclerosis. I find that and Lupus to be absolutely terrifying. I was tested for Lupus last year (not my idea) and was so happy when it came back negative. But back to MS. I realized that I didn't have enough symptoms for it and that the symptoms I did have in common with it are likely do to my thyroid.

Commonalities between chronic illnesses makes them very hard to diagnose. Also, it can make you crazy thinking you have something else, or put you in denial. For instance, I was having gallbladder attacks a good 6 months or so before I had the gallbladder removed. I'd have an attack and think that I'd irritated some muscles in my abs, which is plausible given the hypothyroidism. I'd had about 3 or four attacks that were pretty mild before I had the one a year ago in January that sent me to the ER. I felt like a moron when they realized it was my gallbladder. So now when a new symptom creeps up, I get totally paranoid.

This was a very long rambly post. Most of you probably think I'm crazy now. But it's really the fatigue/muscle aches combined with raising an infant. Yeah, let's go with that...