So, real talk, I’ve had three miscarriages and I have major immune system problems. And I think they’re linked. Doctors say “take pills.” I say “nutrition first.” I have successfully managed the digestive problems and reduced the joint inflammation but I just cannot seem to conquer the skin inflammation (most likely associated with an autoimmune reaction to progesterone, apparently you can be allergic to your own hormones).
My diet has changed so much over the years and it’s been very progressive so I’ve been able to make lasting changes. I just need to keep going and removing more foods from my diet. I feel like I’ve hit a road block. I’ve really got to reduce the inflammation in my body, especially if I ever want to have kids.
I’m going to try to go raw (aim for 75% to start). But I need a plan. If I don’t have an eating schedule, I get stressed and confused and screw up. I just feel like I have to do this or I am going to be sick forever. I wish I could have one day where I didn’t analyze my food. Sigh.
I am considering sneaking a salad into the movie theater tonight when I go see Hunger Games. Is that weird? It’s gonna be difficult being around everyone else eating movie food. Do you think a salad would irritate those around me?
I ended my 30 day raw vegan with a weight loss of 30 pounds (geez, that’s a small human for pete’s sake!). I have had no Fibro symptoms.
Say that again, I have had NO Fibro symptoms.
So onward in this new lifestyle we go. Even the hobbits. They will learn to love it as much as I do….
Wow , no symptoms! Well done. Changing one’s diet and lifestyle so complete takes courage and determination. x
I woke up this morning and my body was sore, felt like I’d swelled up and then been folded into a suitcase. I think it’s time that I try and go raw. I’ve been thinking about it and I keep adding raw foods to my diet. It’s time to find some courage and do a 30-day challenge. And cheers to hopefullyraw and thanks for the inspiration.
Air Conditioning: a luxury now considered a necessity
So I didn’t grow up with air conditioning, never had it till college, and didn’t have it in the summer between semesters. And I grew up in a hot region of the country. I still live in a hot region of the country. My body has never really adjusted. I do not like air conditioning. The AC is already on at work and I am freezing when I’m there. People wear winter clothes. It’s nuts. When my dad went to work back in the day when there wasn’t AC everywhere, he ditched the tie and long-sleeve shirt for a short-sleeve dress-shirt. Seeing people all layered up at my work so that they can be comfortable (which for my boss is 65 degrees) infuriates me.
When we lived in Florida, we used our air conditioner to cool the house to 82 (about 28 celsius), which felt amazing compared to 100+ outside. I have an air conditioner at my house. I am committing to not turning it on this year. I understand using energy to heat a home in winter (cold can kill). And maybe at some point in July, I’m gonna have to “eat crow” and turn on the AC but seriously, it’s March, open a damn window.
To everyone that says they love the environment and care about global warming and deforestation and landfills and blah blah blah. If you’ve got your AC cranked down so you can wear jeans in the summer and feel comfortable, you’re a phony.
Cut the AC off, give the planet a break.
**** hospitals and sick people should have AC *****
Being a dog owner has challenged my view of eating meat. My issues with eating were grounded solely on health reasons. I never really had any “animal rights inclinations.” After raising my dog from a puppy (for the last 10 months), I just don’t see animals in the same way.
I’d never trained an animal before or lived closely with an animal. He communicates with me. The day that things really changed was when I was crying and he came and licked my face. It was like he knew I was sad and he cared.
I don’t know. I just see my dog and think of how I could never hurt him or eat him. I wouldn’t eat a cat either and I don’t even like cats. Every time I think of eating beef, I see a cow and wonder if a cow is really an oversized version of my dog, which results in loss of appetite.
It’s hard because I like food but I have nausea and I get tired of worrying about whether or not a certain food will make me sick. Or struggling to choose what to eat. Or getting bored with the same foods. That and I feel like a fat cow.