Deflaming

My hip has been hurting for a few weeks now. I don't remember actually injuring it but with all that I do (work, kids, etc.) I guess I could have done something to it. After going over a bunch of stuff with my chiropractor yesterday, he recommended I change my diet based on this web site: http://deflame.com/. I'm all for it. So yesterday I shopped for fruits & veggies. I need to try to eliminate grains. I already follow some pretty good guidelines so I thought this shouldn't be too difficult. Well, it's not too difficult, it just requires a little more planning. I also have to stay away from the much craved tortilla chips. But this is so worth it.

Last night was difficult. . . this morning I'm doing pretty well thus far. I did give in & take some ibuprofen, however, because I just cannot have another long agonizing day like yesterday. I've also forgone the coffee for this morning (oh my goodness!) & instead had a cup of tea. God help me on this one. Coffee calls to me much like chocolate (which I can have if I have dark chocolate. . .) Anyway, I'm determined. Took my vitamins already this AM too. And I do need to work on my Vitamin D production. . .sunny out, but kind of cold. I might have to follow advice & seek a tanning salon. I can only go for a few minutes anyway. . .& it will help me not look so pasty.

You know, my symptoms did come about when I started being lax on my good for me diet. I even actually (am I really going to admit this? yes, full disclosure here) drank a Coke a couple of weeks ago. There, I said it. I have not had a Coke in 3 years.. YES, 3 YEARS! And much like addicts always say, once you have one, another one would be so easy to have. . .but I refrained. I only had one. I wanted another. . . for many days in fact. . .but I fought off the urge (picture Godzilla here & me fighting him off). I had also been eating fried food at work (it called to me really) & had been having an occassional alcoholic beverage in the evening. . . I didn't get toasted or anything. . .just a drink or 2. Now, an alcoholic I am not. . but I get a buzz after one half of one drink. . sometimes sooner, no kidding. You know, most alcohol is made from, you got it, distilled grain! All makes sense now, doesn't it? Grains = inflammation. So there you go.

Alright, so that's not the only slacking I've been doing, but you get the point. I also have clutter that I need to tackle (see other blog). That's my mission for today (hence the need for the anti inflammatory drugs). Wish me luck & check back in later:)

SPRING is finally here

And so my walking has begun. Of course, I just about passed out from a massive heart attack yesterday. . . while at work, I wandered onto the scale. Yes, I wandered onto it. . . that happens where I work. So I am adjusting the little weighty things. . . and keep moving it over & over & over. . . here's the passing out almost part. . . as I near the 150 mark. . . I am starting to perspire heavily & think, "MY GOD, what could I possibly have eaten to put on 15 pounds in like one week?" (I weighed myself about 7-10 days ago on the same scale - wandering again). I realize that I broke my almighty eating code of ethics more than once in the past week but this is a bit strange. So I wander (yes, I tend to wander quite a bit lately) up to the front nursing station & sit my now much heavier than last week ass down (hey, wandering wasn't working so I thought I needed a break). I ask anyone who would listen, "So, is there anything wrong with the scale in the back?" Bridget K, the saviour of my sanity replies, "You mean the old one? Yeah, that's been broken for quite a while. Didn't you notice the little moveable thingy (yes, we're very technical in our terminology) kind of sticks?" PHEW! By no means is 150 fat. . . it would be for my body frame, however, as I'm usually around the 120 mark. . . and it's my blog so I can call myself whatever I want to. That said, I feel somewhat better, even though I don't know what I weigh. . .and it doesn't really matter WHAT I weigh. . .it's how I feel & that really isn't all that great right now. . .so I need to get my butt moving.
So, with the help of my dog, Bailey & my littlest boy, Carter, we will walk again today. . .maybe even twice. I can't do anything more strenuous as my right hip is giving me trouble yet. I'm sure I'll be pulling the wagon for the boy. . . that will help my arm strength. I'll be calling on Cesar Milan's Dog Whisperer techniques to keep Bailey in check. We should track both me & Bailey for inches lost. . . winter was rough on both of us.
Wish me luck!