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July 26, 2017; Journal Entry 1 ~

Well, this is the first day of the rest of my life, yesterday is behind me and I have many more years ahead of me.

For the past several years, and even moreso the past 5-6 months, I thought I had hypothyroid. I seriously had what seemed to be all the symptoms. My primary care doctor diagnosed it and was treating me for it, and I’ve trusted her and her predecessor for 19 years now. But, with the onset of such awful symptoms as fatigue, confusion, memory loss and all the others, I felt I needed more help, so I sought out a endocrinologist and met with him for the first time yesterday.

Admittedly, I was not too impressed at first, but Al (who agreed to come with me) and I gave Dr. M the benefit of the doubt and listened to him. The first thing he said was that I do NOT have hypothyroid. I was rather taken aback. It was a long discussion, over 1 1/2 hours. Dr. M decided that I am “pre-diabetic”, and explained exactly why in a language that we could understand. This man was NOT condescending like many physicians. He explained that it is all of the medications I am currently on that were causing the symptoms I was having. Well, I’m still not so sure about that, but he came forward with a “plan” to help me feel better, and get into better health. He also wants to wean me off of most of my meds and replace them with vitamins, a supplement of super-probiotics to help my gut health, and get me to eating the RIGHT foods that will make me feel better and lose weight. Well, THAT sounds logical! And it’s the closest any physician has come to being absolutely real with me. Even my own PCP. We went and got the super-probiotics last night, but still need Vitamin B12 and CoQ10, I’m already taking Vitamin D.

So Al and I talked about this new “regimen” at length last evening, and we both feel Dr. M has my best interests and my best health at heart, and I’m going to go ahead and see where this leads. First thing Dr. M said was “NO SODA”! So I had Al take the 4 Pepsi’s I had in the fridge and get them out of here. I’ve been drinking flavored water since last night. Not particularly satisfying, but better for me. Al and I had hefty salads last night for dinner, with a hint of cooked chicken chopped up into it. A drizzle of salad dressing. And NO ice cream before bed! Off to a good start, I’d say.

Today, Wednesday, 7-26-17, has been the beginning of the real test. I’m alone at home all this week on vacation. Temptation is pretty much everywhere, but I’ve done good. I ate a bowl of Special K w/strawberries with a banana cut up on it for breakfast. I ate a pint of blueberries for lunch. Yes, I pint! I adore blueberries and I just kept nibbling on them while I was on Facebook and then they were gone! That’s not a bad thing… blueberries have antioxidants and are good for you. So I’m happy for today so far. I’ve been “exercising” by doing laundry, dishes, vacuuming etc., but at some point down the road, when I get my energy back, Dr. M is going to discuss exercise… ones that I can actually do. For now, he doesn’t want me to change much until I get a blood workup next month.

So begins my newest adventure towards weight loss and better health. I think the difference is, this time I have professional help, and he believes I can accomplish my goals. One of those goals being quality of life, not just more years. I consider myself a beautiful woman “as is”. But the potential to be even more beautiful (with weight loss) via lifestyle change is within my grasp, finally. I WANT IT!

This is my story and I’m sticking to it! I can do this. I will be using my blog to journal the journey, and I hope you’ll join in and encourage me, hold me to task, and don’t let me use excuses for any temporary failures I might encounter. I’m sure there will be some. But I will not be discouraged or swayed. I will not let it be “too late”!

Thanks for stopping by! Blessings, Tamara ~

I’m Getting Old ~

I have recently begun to acknowledge that I am, indeed, getting old.  At 50-something years of age – okay, 55, but I admit I had to do the math on a calculator because I couldn’t remember which 50-something I was – I have come to realize and accept that I am past middle aged and on my way downhill to the end of my life.  I am neither afraid nor sad about this revelation, as I know exactly where I’m going, and I know I will go when He says my time here is done, not before.

I’ve noticed subtle changes in my physical being:  thinner skin, “age spots” where you least want them to be, easier to bruise and longer to heal, memory loss.  Perhaps the worst of these, for me, is the memory loss.  I can no longer remember year-to-year how old I am, I cannot remember my grandchildren’s birthdays, and to be honest, sometimes I have to look on my calendar for the exact date of my husband’s birthday.  I remember it’s in early April.  I keep an in depth, detailed Calendar on my Outlook application at my work, and I routinely print it out and keep it in a like-size binder that I carry with me at all times.  I keep everything immediately important in there, or it will be forgotten.  Even when my payday is (every OTHER week) and when bills are due.  My binder is my lifeline.

My health is failing year by year, and I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to mobilize without major assistance.  I have back issues, knee issues and now foot issues.  When I get sick, I take forever to come back to good health.  A simple cold can turn into bronchitis/sinusitis, strep ~ and I may not recover for several weeks.  My shopping is now curtailed by a myriad of orthopedic pains that only allow for me to walk for approximately 25-30 minutes total before I have to abandon whatever plans I had for doing things outside the home.  I know a good portion of my problems are most likely due to weighty issues, and I try to exercise (recumbant bike & treadmill) on my good days ~ but my good days are fewer and far between than the bad ones.

Lately, I find myself measuring what’s left of my life in increments of 7-10 years at a time.  Maybe I should take it down to 5 years.  I am fairly confident that I have a maximum of about 12-15 years left before I am summoned to be by my Lord’s side.  And I’m totally okay with that.  This is not a “complaining” post, but just one of acknowledgement.  But increments of just 5 years left of life seems so very short when there is so much more I want to accomplish before I leave this world.

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I want to surround myself with my children and my grandchildren as often as is possible.  Since one of my children keeps three of my grandchildren in Alaska, I am in despair of seeing them again.  I am blessed that I can see most of my children/grandchildren as they are mostly local (with 35 miles)… although some I still do not get to see often enough even though close.  Oddly enough maybe for some of you to imagine, but the most important thing I would like to accomplish would be to regain a relationship with my estranged son.  I pray to God every day that, for whatever reason I don’t know, he would forgive me and learn to love me and we could have a mother/son relationship again.  Did we ever?  I think so, but my memory fails me.  He appears to put all of his thought to his deceased father.  I often wonder if he’ll care when I’m gone, being relatively sure that, if he even does, it’ll be short-lived.  Our distant relationship is the most painful thing in my life right now.

But I digress.  I am relatively sure that I will move on before my soul-mate and husband.  His family has a history of longevity much more than mine.  And, besides, he has strict orders not to go before me ~ by me.  If he were to die first, I do not know how I could continue.  I can’t even conceive of it!  Maybe it’s selfish of me to think this way, after all, he would be just as devastated and hard-pressed to continue without me.  Anyway, my orders to him are just tongue-in-cheek.  We both know that we do not have control of when we will be going home to be with God.  We only know that we will be together again in eternity at some point of His choosing.  That’s enough… for now.

Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my thoughts.

TTFN ~ Tamara Eckstadt