Since we talked last, lots of things have happened in my life. In September 2013, I met the man of my dreams. My best friend. The person who loves me like no one else has ever loved me. His name is Ken and he has filled my heart with so much love, at times I thought I was going to burst. Here I was 40 years old, failed marriage, 5,000 kms from my home and family, living alone, but filling that void with going to the gym and not much else.
I was doing so good. Down to 196 lbs for the first time in forever. And now here I sit. Bigger than ever. I have no one to blame but myself. I let myself slip out of that routine of going to the gym and eating healthy, and becoming so comfortable with the one I was with that I have turned into a blob of jelly.
Now I will state a few things for the record. In the last year plus, I have had some medical issues with my Crohn's disease which have thrown a wrench of some sort into my routine. After visiting a gastroenterologist and having a colonoscopy, it was discovered that since my bowel resection 20 years ago, the resected area has narrowed to a mere 3 mm. Which is about the thickness of 3 dimes. I eat, it goes down so far, and sits. Like food stuck in a food processor without any blades. My stomach gets swollen and bloated and I feel like crap. I go to the bathroom with vehement force, and then am hungry minutes later.
The Dr. then decided to start me on monthly Remicade infusions. I have had 3 already with the 4th coming up the end of this month if my insurance company ever decides that they want to pay the $6,000 a pop to cover it. Don't even get me started on that. WTF do you pay premiums for if they aren't going to cover it?
I have also had numerous issues with food sensitives and in-tolerances. A blood test determined that I had an egg allergy, which pisses me off, because breakfast was eggs for me. Scrambled, hard boiled, omelettes...ugh. Avacado is another one. Bent over, stomach bloating, feel-like-your-belly-is-gonna-explode type of pain, Same with spaghetti squash. I have eaten these things many times before, but for some reason, my body is putting up the road blocks and not wanting to deal with them.
It is becoming increasingly maddening, to say the least. I wish that I could find the person who could sit down and figure out what the heck I could eat that would please my hypothyroidism, Lupus and Crohn's all in one fell swoop. Like invent some kind of magic "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" type of pill.
I truly love to cook and eat well. I really do. And for the first time in 2 years of living in this town, I have an apartment with a REAL STOVE!!!! Do you know how challenging it has been to cook on a two burner cooktop and a toaster oven?
Remicade has also left me extremely fatigued and playing havoc with my bladder. When you got to pee, there's no holding back. It also has reduced my already shite immune system, which left me sick with some nasty sinus/viral infection for 15 days over Christmas.
So here we are, January 4th, 2015. Back to square one. I feel like a yo-yo. I have a lot of support from my family and friends and my sweet fiance. But when it comes down to it, the oneness is on me and me only. I need to push through the pain and fatigue and hunger and illness.
The gym bag is packed and by the door for tomorrow. God help me.