New Wheels

I feel delightfully decadent today - not just because I attended an illuminating church service at UOPC and sang my little heart out; not just because the sky happens to be the color of pure happiness; not just because the torturous weekly food shopping chore is accomplished and we have a full refrigerator; and not just because I have plans later to drive Mom up to see my sister Kathi and her new house (we are taking Mom out to dinner to celebrate her 75th birthday, which is today). I feel decadent because after four months of hitching rides to work with Lyryn and being tied to a schedule revolving around pre-planned pick-up times, I have my own set of wheels again!

Thursday I drove with Mom and Dad out to Johnstown, PA where we transferred the title and picked up my “new” old car. I am buying it from Dad’s sister Ann, whose husband Earl died in the midst of my parents’ recent move to Parkesburg. Mom and Dad knew how much we needed to replace the car that we totaled in May and suggested the arrangement. I love a good win/win!  

This newest object of my affection is a 2003 Ford Taurus - which is kind of nice since we tend to buy American cars. Except for a layer of dust on the dashboard and some gravel on the floors of the front seats, it looks like it just rolled off the lot. In fact, the car has only 4,639 miles on it! Yes. Really.

At first I only saw a cassette player in the dashboard and was disappointed because I listen to audio books whenever I drive and most of the good ones at my library come in a CD format. I was introducing myself to my new car when I discovered a six-CD changer in the console between the two front seats. WAAAYYYYY COOOOLLLLL.

Not only is the car like brand new, it also happens to be the luxury model. That means it has leather seats, cruise control, power everything, ABS brakes, air bags, auto climate control and a sun roof that opens! I would never buy a car that fancy since I am just way too practical (or cheap). It’s a bonus gift!

God is in the details, and today, I feel delightfully decadent (and grateful).

Stress, What Stress? – Diet Journey – Day #49

In my last entry I promised (threatened?) to talk about stress. When I am especially happy or morbidly depressed I am not driven to eat non-food (which would include things like fast food and Cheetos) or over-indulge in sweets and carbs. I actually tend to eat less when I am on the extreme ends of my mood seesaw. I am more of a STRESS eater – which essentially means that I want to toss tasty morsels into my mouth 24×7!  

I admit that there was a brief time in early 2007 when I actually believed that I had successfully de-stressed my life. I felt that I had done just about as well as I possibly could in letting go of my “too much stuff” lifestyle, especially given certain pre-exisitng conditions (i.e. a medically fragile husband and double the national standard of 2.5 children). 

I was woefully mistaken. Chalk it up to the ever-popular plot device known as temporary insanity. How could I possibly conclude that I had pared my life down to the most manageable sum of the parts? Apparently I do not possess the appropriate DNA to victoriously perform that task.

At the time, and on the surface, there was a logical reason for me to succumb to this optimistic theory. I had moved to a house that could only hold about half of my previous belongings, including two sons (who technically belong to God). Attila and I were no longer foster parents and I had resigned from all the child advocacy endeavors that had swallowed massive quantities of my time (and heart!). I chose one out of two church singing venues, and gave up cross-country skiing (okay, that last one was just to see if you were paying attention).

The reality is, I am a stress magnet. I don’t mean to be one - it just seems to always work out that way. I (along with Attila, God bless him!) make choices which tend to invite chaos into our shared life. With our slightly rebel ways, we look chaos in the eye and shout “Bring it on!”, sometimes inadvertently spitting (or drooling) in the process. In some countries I am sure they have a special phrase to describe us – possibly something like “not the sharpest tools in the shed” or something along those lines. We still shout “Bring it on!”

Just in the month of July and August our family has been through another staph infection and a funeral. We have willingly enabled a potential highway terrorist. We have welcomed a new daughter and a new grandbaby. We have offered up redemption and forgiveness. We have participated in three moves, and marveled over our ten-month-old grandson who is already walking on his own. He has our hearts wrapped firmly in the palm of his chubby little hand.  We have celebrated one 1st anniversary, a family reunion, and several birthdays. At work I have slogged through a serious downturn which involves some fancy footwork and serious juggling skills. All of these things create joy, sadness, laughter, pain, pleasure - and stress!

Okay, I admit that the funeral was for a hamster named Gary. But it was Leigha’s hamster. She had lined up a buyer for him since she decided she wanted to upgrade to a guinea pig that hopefully wouldn’t bite. When  poor Gary croaked from some major tumor growing in his tiny tummy, Leigha felt like she was responsible for killing him. That’s a heavy load for a twelve-year-old for whom guilt is a primary food group. We insisted that the death was a natural occurrence and had nothing to do with Leigha’s thought process. With the help of her sister-in-law Katie (and Attila), Gary was given an appropriate resting place (an empty check box) and respectfully buried in our backyard.

The staph infection appeared in a knee injury Ashley sustained from a run-in with a broken toilet (please don’t make me explain that one just now). The infection was caught early, addressed with antibiotics, and has resolved itself. She is off to the beach in the Outer Banks for a week with her best friend’s family, and will return home just in time to start school September 2nd.

Johnna finally got her driver’s permit (she turns 18 this week) and much to our delight, is actually a pretty decent driver. We are proud of her responsible and cautious approach to the highway. She begins her senior year at Unionville High School on Tuesday of this week.

Our home study is progressing rapidly as we become official kinship foster parents to Leigha. We have been fingerprinted, interviewed, gotten physical forms filled out by our doctor, requested reference letters from friends, and signed a bazillion papers. We got Leigha registered for school and tested. She begins seventh grade tomorrow at Octorara Middle School and is pretty excited about it. She is more than ready to make some new friends.

My Mom and Dad finally moved to the Parkesburg house that they purchased back in January (and Brent was living in for a while). They now reside a mere eight blocks from us. Dad started his job as interim pastor at Cedar Grove Presbyterian Church. He is supposed to be retired but  apparently he doesn’t own a dictionary that has that word in it, so he doesn’t know what it means (nor does he intend to find out). Mom turns 75 on Sunday and has less white hair than I do! She is in the midst of unpacking, attending church events, and driving back and forth nearly every week to Johnstown to visit Dad’s only sister Ann (whose husband died the day the trucks packed up Mom and Dad to move east).

Declan and Katie settled on their beautiful new home in July, shortly before celebrating their first wedding anniversary on August 4th. They have already painted all the rooms, tiled the kitchen backsplash (with Attila’s help), unpacked, hung pictures and settled down. The place is just lovely. To make it “perfect” they decided to add our new grandbaby “Mac” – a Yorky who is too adorable for words. He has temporarily assuaged their growing baby urges. Katie recently started her new job as the Art teacher for Octorara Elementary School.

Brent and Tara’s wedding plans are coming along extremely well. Tara begins student teaching at Henderson High School this week. Brent continues to put in 70 hour work-weeks with his company Balla Contracting. He did a beautiful job landscaping Lyryn and Jesse’s yard in time for Lyryn’s 26th birthday party. He sleeps on their third floor for now – still “homeless” but never without a home. He will have a home with Tara once they marry on December 27th!

So… I guess life equals stress, and there is a lot of life in this family! Stress means that things are happening! Good things and not so good things. All of it helps us become the person God wants us to be. Even in the midst of the fires I praise Him for the refining that is going on, and thank Him for the joys that follow each storm. And I will keep praying that He will help me learn that food does not need to be my “drug of choice” when I am stressed.

Diet Journey – Day 35

I can’t believe that I have neglected to blog for an entire month. In my defense, I have been extremely busy losing .02857142857 pounds per day for the last 32 days (you math whizzes will quickly calculate that and come up with one pound). Yes folks, I lost a single pound so far! Actually, I lost five pounds but inadvertently gained back four. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

After I posted my first blog announcing my launch into a semi-public diet, I received a loving (slightly outraged) email from my old, OLD friend Sharon (we grew up in church youth group together and she was pretty in peach as a bridesmaid in my wedding to my first husband – Yes, I mean Attila!). She gave me permission to share her email with you:

“I have some thoughts to share with you about your struggles with eating. I am not preaching and I am certainly no expert. I have struggled with food, for I feel I was brought up to overeat. No dessert until the plate is clean (not portion sizes I selected, either), children are starving in Africa, don’t waste anything, that little bit won’t hurt you, etc. all trained me to be stuffed.

When I read what you write about being “on” or “off”, about humiliating yourself, about not knowing if you can “do it”, I feel genuinely sad. As you well know, life is way too short to spend one single moment in misery, especially when it isn’t necessary to be miserable. You are way too valuable to publicly humiliate yourself! Why do you do that? It won’t help you lose one ounce! Love yourself! Love yourself enough to want what is best for that body that has been so good to you. It carries you through the day! It’s given you healthy babies! It’s brought you plenty of pleasure! You never ever have to diet. Why not make some simple and easy lifestyle changes? You didn’t gain the weight overnight and you won’t lose it overnight, so why not just start ever so gradually and have half of a treat just once today? Then choose one thing that is the easiest for you to cut back on and just cut back on that one thing all this week. It’s so doable! You don’t even have to deny yourself any taste. Just remember that one M&M in your mouth tastes exactly the same as a handful, so make that one M&M last, but certainly enjoy it. You can lose weight joyfully, Kris. You can lose weight with dignity and pride and you don’t even have to be miserable doing it. It’s about changing habits and deciding before it goes in your mouth if it’s really what you want for yourself.

You lost weight when you were sick and gained it back. That wasn’t the best way, obviously, to lose weight, so it came back because your lifestyle didn’t change. If you lose gradually, very gradually, making lifestyle changes as you go (and as you can!) the weight will stay off. You won’t want it back! The thought of eating as you used to will completely turn you off. Plus you’ll start feeling so good (so will your knees, your heart, your back, your hips) you’ll want to make even more changes.

So I had all of this in my head as I turned on the computer to start this note to you. The first thing I check online every day is called “Daily Motivator” by Ralph Marston. Look at what he says for today:

No Struggle

Make the effort, to be sure. But do not make it into a struggle. Struggle is not a specific condition or action. It is a label that casts a negative spin on your efforts and unnecessarily puts you at a disadvantage. If you see yourself struggling, your expectations are already lowered and the best you can hope for is to break even. Yet there’s never any reason to see yourself struggling. Yes, the challenges may indeed be great. And you have what it takes to make real and steady progress in the face of those challenges. Instead of seeing yourself as a victim, see yourself as making the most of a valuable experience. Rather than living in fear of being pushed back, seize with enthusiasm every opportunity to move forward. Every situation is what it is, but it never has to be a struggle. For you are capable of doing much, much better than that.

Hey, it’s a God thing! All of your talking down to yourself is just negative energy that gets you nowhere! (OK, well, maybe heavier, but that’s it). The more you respect yourself, the more you truly appreciate yourself as your own best friend, the more you’ll want a healthier you and the easier it will be to do that for yourself. You would never treat Attila or Lyryn or Kathi or your mom (send her my best please!) the way you treat yourself. You would never in a million years speak to them, or any stranger on the street for that matter, like you do to yourself. Why is that? Oh, gifted one, answer me that will you? How do you think God feels when He hears one of His children spoken of in  such a way? So please please please don’t talk about our Kris that way!

I’ll step down from my podium now. As your friend I just had to say that. If you ever need encouragement or just to vent, feel free with me. It was really really hard to go off wheat and dairy. You know me, Kris. You know how I love to eat. Yet, I feel so good now I don’t want to go back to my old habits. I want to be clear here that I’m not suggesting anyone go off wheat and dairy. It was just what worked for me with my specific issues. Be glad you don’t need to do that. You can have anything at all that you love. Just have a little bit of those sinful things. You can do it. You don’t need to be a switch. You never ever have to be on or off. Just be yourself and enjoy your food. “

I am grateful for friendships like the one I have with Sharon. She feels my pain. She rises to my defense. She encourages me in my frustration. And she has walked in my shoes a time or two. I responded to her email with some additional information regarding my own attempt to give up wheat and dairy last November. I shared with her how slowly the weight came off and how hungry I felt all the time. I told her about my heart medication which is a serious beta blocker that slows the metabolism and inhibits weight loss. Here is her email response:

“I see. You have some extra challenges with the meds that slow your metabolism. This is what happened with me. Chemo threw me into menopause and the steroids inflated me (think the blueberry girl in Willy Wonka). Immediate slow-down for the metabolism. Still, I thought I did OK to gain 8 lbs instead of the 25 most women gain during that process. But that 8 lbs. was on top of 15 I had wanted to lose before. So when I tried cutting back on food and increasing my exercise and still didn’t lose weight, I felt desperate to feel good in my own skin. I felt bloated on only a little bit of food, ate the high fiber, high fruit foods we are told are best for us.

One day in Borders, I happen to see a book called the Blood Type Diet which spoke of the very weaknesses and strengths I have and that’s what lead me to read further and eventually give up dairy and wheat. 12 lbs. fell off in a few months. I started very gradually, nothing drastic at all. Over the next year another 6 pounds disappeared, but more importantly, my thirst problem gradually improved. After the first few months I found I wasn’t quite as thirsty and tried cutting back to 3 pills a day instead of 4. Then a few months later I reduced by another, then another. So now I take one pill for thirst a day and am hopeful that some day I won’t need any. This is simply amazing to me since I’ve struggled for 8 years with this issue (Salivary glands shut down. At one point I was drinking 3 gallons of water a day).

Who would think, after visiting all the specialists you can think of, that diet alone would help resolve it? Doctors cannot explain to me why I have this problem and i have the feeling they wouldn’t believe me if I told them what helped. I think they’d just say it was a coincidence. NOT! I would still like to lose more weight, but my focus has shifted to good health instead of a number on a scale. Now I get really hungry for the next meal, which is a great feeling. I don’t feel bloated because I’m eating foods that are easy for my body (blood type) to digest. It’s difficult, but well worth it to me. “

So, I have decided to try the blood type diet again. Sharon and I happen to both be Type O, so I got lots of tips from her. Yesterday we went shopping together at Trader Joe’s and I bought things like rice pasta, organic blueberry preserves and rice cakes. She brought me flax and millet bread and chips to try. They are actually quite awesome!

Exercise is a critical element in health. The older I get the more I understand how true that is. My problem with exercise is that I have Fibromyalgia (my son-in-law Jesse calls it “Fiberglass Algae”). I ache or hurt somewhere in my body most of the time, but especially after any kind of exercise and particularly in the morning. I was going to Curves for awhile this past year but since Attila totaled the car in May I don’t have the transportation to get there. My alternative is this exercyclerowertypetorture machine that sits in my parlor wickedly taunting me every time I walk by. I can do ten minutes on the black metal creature and then I feel like jello and just want to get in bed. I “did it” yesterday and still hold out hope that I will make myself do it later today after my family leaves (my brother Rhys and nephew Jake are in town and we are having an impromptu family gathering).

I cling to my “some day” dream of installing an indoor pool off my kitchen so that I can swim laps year-round. Swimming is the least painful form of exercise for my joints and feet. Some people have suggested an “eternity” pool but I would find that impossibly annoying. I want to experience the sense of accomplishment I always feel after I flip at the wall and my feet push off for another lap. An “eternity” pool would feel too much like parenting!

So, the current stats are as follows:  Weight = 218. Motivation = 99%.  Stress = 153%. Ah, perhaps tomorrow we will talk about stress…