Well so it looks like from the blog that I gave up. Confession: I did for a moment. So what all has happened with in that time? June 2013 after being at my job for nearly 9 years I started a new job. July 2013 I did the "Electric Run" with my husband, of course I walked the whole thing. Learned a ton from that, specifically the type of socks you should wear when walking distances. I wore some neon "Dalek" socks (I love Doctor Who), and got the gift of blisters within a half mile. I began having reoccurring knee problems. In September not only did I have a knee giving out on me I developed massive pain in my shoulder.
What does this mean? I quit.
It was meant to be temporary like maybe a couple of months well then I continued getting sick and was unable to shake it. I developed walking Pneumonia and Bronchitis in March of 2014. This effected my breathing for over a month. I also gained a good 15-20 pounds from steroids which I needed for breathing. By this time my stomach problems became worse (IBS) and developed stomach viruses nearly monthly. All of this effected my emotions, my work, my relationship with my husband, my relationship with God....etc. I went "PRN" (as needed) at work but was still working nearly full time hours. For the past 3+ years I would work and be too exhausted for anything else; weekends were spent in recovery in bed. I knew this was part of my hypothyroid but was in denial. I also didn't realize that my levels were not in a mid-normal range, in other words the medication for my thyroid made me "just" in the normal range. My doctor wanted me more in the mid normal range. I was discouraged by my weight as I was pushing 300 pounds. O
migoodness did I seriously just confess that?!? feels nauseating yet freeing, people can judge all they want, it is MY BATTLE not theirs. My doctor explained to me that she still wanted me to adjust my diet and exercise but to know I will be spinning my wheels for a while as I have NO METABOLISM. Don't know why it took me so long to truly understand but I complained to her that my mom in her 60s can lose weight easier than me. She was not surprised just repeated that I have NO METABOLISM, not just a slow metabolism that I have always had. None, Zero, Zippo, Zilch. So the question of bariatric surgery came up again. Talked it over with my husband who does not want me to go through this and decided to try to do this Paleo/Primal thing (uh huh....yup I wrote about that earlier, and I was still not 100% committed, I am not stubborn at all). According to research I have done those with Thyroid problems can not tolerate gluten (I see your eyes rolling cause it is the new fad to be "gluten-free" it is fine, I probably roll my eyes at something you do so it is okay). What I understand is that gluten can cause "leaky gut" (remember those IBS problems I have that would keep me out of work monthly?) Gliadin is the protein molecule in gluten, this closely resembles thyroid molecules. When this breaches the intestinal wall the body goes into full on defensive mode and has the immune system attack these molecules but attacks the thyroid too as it cannot differentiate between the two. Oh did I mention that 90% of those with Thyroid diseases have autoimmune disorders? Sounds believable doesn't? Not to me. I thought "oh goodness here we go with pseudo-science, Yay! So what did I do? I went mostly gluten-free but had some things occasionally like beer. So March of this year came and I decided since I am not working much (well....they got rid of my position) I was going to take advantage of the beautiful Spring weather and go for walks in the park. I discovered my Samsung Pedometer app and became hooked. One of those walks I walked with a friend who has an allergy to gluten and dairy (she gets massive hives when she eats them). She is also a big fan of holistic medicine. She asked me when the last time I had gluten adding the side note of, "I mean with no cheating, because you can't cheat with hypothyroidism." I initially thought it was 4 days ago but then later remembered I cooked my Bratwursts the good German way: in beer. Well that started the lecture of the importance of not cheating and really looking at this as being a poison to my body. The words that really struck me were "Would you cheat on your husband? NO! Then why would you cheat on yourself." So since that day I have been just about 100% gluten free (there is a learning curve, like onion dip....never knew some of them have soy sauce which has wheat). I also started training again twice a week along with my walks. It isn't as intense as last time as I lost a lot of stability in my knee and the shoulder (that has bursitis) can act up. I did see someone about my knee and started doing dry needling, which has allowed me to be able to climb steps again (yes it got that bad). Now it may still give out but the longer I walk on it typically the better it does, before therapy it would give out, hurt and would be very unstable to walk on.
So all seemed great and then on May 11th we lost our house to a house fire. Unfortunately it was due to grill ash that reignited. My husband felt them and poured water on them, then threw them out in our garbage can outside. Well all it takes is one hot ember. So if you are reading this and use a charcoal grill, dump ashes in a metal trash can, take a hose and hose them down, THEN stir them. This helps be sure water gets to all of the ash. My husband and I were both home, we heard the noise of "Snap, Crackle, Pop" and I saw smoke in our backyard. I opened the attic and it was pure flames. We went running outside (I left my door open for my cats to escape) and then the smoke detector was heard going off right before the fire fighters arrived. Nala my oldest cat allowed the firefighters to carry her out. Vinnie, my middle cat, hates being picked up so escaped in our woods. The third cat, Beaker, was never found, but neither were her remains. We are in an apartment until the house is rebuilt. I try to leave food for the other cats as often as we can get back to our property. I was told by firefighters and insurance adjusters that many pets come back after the house is rebuilt. I tried trapping them but with no luck. Just grateful they are fixed and have all of their claws for survival. Also very grateful my husband and I made it out. It was sad to lose the house and the majority of our stuff but we were so grateful God spared us. So what did that have to do with my weight loss? Well I was sad to find out I gained 3 pounds of my weight loss back 2 weeks ago. We did have a lot of stress and dropped off of gluten-free one day (the day of the fire). Despite all of this I lost 5 pounds this week so I am back to losing weight. Oh I also lost my Fitbit in the fire that was all of 2 weeks old, sigh, it was really helping me to move more. It will be replaced, and hey now I have stairs to climb daily to the apartment. Sometimes you have to look at the little things in life to get your hope. Heck those little things are spectacular, just don't take advantage of anything in life. Everyday is a new day filled with great and terrible things but let that not ruin any of your joy.