Can It! (15 Times)

Thank goodness I’m feeling much more like myself today! The bees are no longer in my stomach…and dark chocolate is no longer on my wish list! Thanks for all of your messages hoping for my swift recovery from my cacao-heavy poisoning. Now, on to today’s topic.

So, the other day, my friend Jean sent me this event invitation on Facebook. The event is Denise Heller’s 15 Can Challenge. The rules for this challenge are simple and completely doable:

  1. Every week when you do your grocery shopping, purchase one extra item. It could be canned food or something else non-perishable.
  2. Collect one item each week for the next fifteen weeks.
  3. Drop them off at the charity of your choice during the first week in December.
  4. Invite as many of your friends as you can.

Of course, you know that I invited every Facebook friend I have who hadn’t already been invited! So far, 20 of them have said that they will participate. 🙂 Add in Jean and me, and that’s 330 cans of food – just from my little world. As I write this, there are over 283,000 people around the world who have committed to participating. That’s well over four million cans of food. That can certainly have an impact on our communities!

Now, that’s not to say that only 20 of my friends are helping others during the holidays. That is to say only that 20 of them are participating in this particular event. Many cook meals for specific families they know. Others pick a family to provide food and gifts for Christmas. Still others have exchanged exchanging gifts amongst themselves for providing for the elderly or giving to charities like Heifer International. One little guy i know asks for donations of pet food for the local shelter. (He’s five and makes me feel like a total schlub.) There are more ways to give than I’ve even considered!

We hear so often of the evil in the world – the darkness. There are myriad ways to be a single point of light and there are so many of us that, should we choose to do so, we can push the darkness back….at least for some…at least for awhile.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.
-Margaret Mead

 

Stomach Full of Bees

He was two years old the first time I remember it happening. We were sitting on the couch when he turned to me and said, “Mama, I don’t feel gooood.” As he said “good” his last meal exited his mouth and ended up in my lap. Hurray. He had no fever and no other symptoms, just vomiting. As he got older and better at expressing himself, he said that his stomach stung. The events would last a day or two, then disappear for weeks, only to mysteriously return. This pattern has repeated itself for most of his life. One doctor said it was nerves. One said it was acid reflux. Another said it was atypical migraines. No one has had a solid answer and I’ve never fully understood my son’s discomfort.

Until last night.

Yesterday, I ate some 60% cacao chocolate from Ghirardelli. It was wonderful! Then, about 90 minutes later, 30 minutes after starting work, my stomach was suddenly full of bees. I got cold, broke out in a sweat, and was unable to keep anything down. Apparently, I was also quite pale (okay, so I’m Casper anyway, but I was paler than usual. Work with me.) I was pale enough that several coworkers asked if I was okay. They said that I looked like I was going to pass out. Frankly, I kind of felt like it, too. Thinking that the feeling would pass, I kept working; but, after three hours and several trips to be sick, I had to pack it in and come home.

I felt like I had a bad case of the brown bottle flu; but, I hadn’t been drinking.

Once home, I found that my core temperature measured 96.1, down from my normal 97.5 or so. My blood pressure was also low and my skin remained cold and clammy. Unable to keep even the anti-nausea meds or water down, I went to bed. I awoke this morning to find that my stomach is still full of bees. The stinging is now accompanied by a dehydration headache and sinus pain from the stomach acids that ended up there last night. (Lovely picture I’m painting, yes?) However, I’ve been able to eat a little oatmeal and am drinking some ginger tea in hopes that the worst of this really is over.

Do I have the flu or some other viral or bacterial issue? I don’t think so. I think that I had a reaction to the only unusual thing I ate yesterday – chocolate. (Let’s take just a moment to appreciate and mourn the tragedy of that, shall we? Not even kidding.) Before I cleaned up my system, I don’t think that I could eat anything with impunity. I think that my system was so wrecked all of the time that I didn’t know what was making me sick or irritable or whatever. Now that my body is clear of all of the garbage, I am better able to pinpoint when there is an issue and to find the likely cause. While it’s handy to know what to avoid in the future, the process of figuring it out is less than pleasant.

Nobody likes having an apiary for a tummy.

 

If You’re Going to Live the Next Six Months Anyway

As I mentioned yesterday, I was over in West Tennessee this weekend at my father’s. My sister was also there. I haven’t seen her since Leah’s funeral in July; and, I was both surprised and delighted at the physical changes caused by her commitment to herself.

She is more solidly in Onederland than she has been in something like 23 years. (We counted.) She hasn’t taken one of her arthritis pain meds in three weeks AND HASN’T NEEDED IT! Her pants look like a family has moved out of the seat of them prompting even the Barn Goddess herself to say that she needed to get some smaller pants! 🙂

She has lost 30 pounds, removing a combined total of 240 pounds of pressure off of her painful knees. WOW! That’s insane, right?! And it’s really hard to even conceptualize when you’re at the start of your journey – or it was for me.

Now, it just blows my mind when I carry in a 50-pound bag of the food I buy for my dogs. Carrying one from the car to the house, I acutely feel the pressure on the soles of my feet, in my knees and lower legs. Every minute of every hour in my life Before, I carried nearly two of those bags everywhere I went. While it was hard to conceptualize how much better I was going to feel when I was still in the Before, it’s a little hard to believe that my body withstood that pressure now that I’m in the After.

firehydrant1Sitting there at my father’s table, we added up the total weight the three of us have lost and kept off. 170 pounds. One hundred seventy pounds. We have lost between a fire hydrant (150 lbs) and a street drop-off mailbox (180 lbs). Using the Happy Body Ideal Body Weight Index (for whatever that’s worth) we have lost a man who is 5’10” tall. (I say “for whatever that’s worth” because I have no idea how that index was derived. According to it, I should weigh 125 pounds. Friends, if I weighed that, I would be skeletal. No thanks.) Lemme tell you: math has never been as much fun as it was Saturday afternoon!

That exercise alone was good for motivation for all three of us. Another good motivator is having clothes that fit. As I said, the Barn Goddess is even feeling it. I honestly think that if you removed all of the physical vanity from my sister’s body, you’d have room left over in the thimble you were storing it in. She is in no way vain about her appearance, yet, she recognizes the need to feel good about how she looks in her clothes. Plus, it’s just a super feeling to go shopping and have to buy a size smaller! (Clothing sizes are just a number. Yeah. Right.)

Chele’s progress has been at a pace that works for her. She started out with some small changes and just kept adding to them until, when taken as a whole, they became big changes – big changes that have yielded big benefits. As a doctor (whose advice I did not take) asked me years ago, “If you plan on living the next six months anyway, why not get healthier while you do it?”

If small changes make big ones, why not, indeed?

Wickedness in the Village

“There is a great deal of wickedness in village life.”

If you’ve read any of Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple mysteries, you know that this line (or some facsimile) will appear in each of her stories. Miss Marple lived in the fictional village of St Mary Mead and used the human behaviors she observed there to solve mysteries everywhere she went. Seriously, if you were at a house party and Jane Marple showed up, either get ready for fireworks or run for your life. Somebody was going to wake up dead soon and this sweet, little, old lady was going to unassumingly solve the murder using examples from village life.

On the way to visit my daddy this weekend, I drove through the very real community of Darden, TN. Darden is a wide spot in the road, really. In 2010, the unincorporated community’s population was 399. One of those inhabitants was a young woman named Holly Bobo, a pretty, young, nursing student. At just before 8 AM on April 13th of 2011, she was abducted from right outside her home. Darden and nearby Parsons, TN, were quickly covered in pink ribbons and requests to “Pray for Holly” and “Bring Holly Home.” That is, until September 8th of 2014 when hunters found her skull. Green has been added to the ribbons in the Decatur county communities with the demand of “Justice for Holly.”

This woman lived in a “safe” place, the kind of place where river stages and notices for lost and found dogs are read over the radio. She lived in a village, yet she was raped and murdered no differently than women who live in Detroit, in New Orleans, or in any other city we think of as “dangerous.” Her one life was taken, not by some traveler from the Evil Big City, but by men from Holladay, TN, another wide spot in the road, less than 25 miles from Darden.

Generally, we Americans like to believe in the myth of Mayberry and Pleasantville. We want to believe that there is somewhere fresh and unspoiled. We want to believe that there is some innocent place somewhere, if we could only find it.

We can’t.

It doesn’t exist because evil doesn’t exist in a postal code; it exists in the hearts of men. It lives in all of our hearts; so, it lives wherever we are. It exists regardless of how many of us are in a city, a country or even in a wide spot in the road. When Robinson Crusoe was alone on the island, wickedness was there.

But so was goodness.

It was goodness that lead hundreds of people, including my father, to search the woods for Holly following her disappearance. For weeks, total strangers gathered to search on the ground and even from the sky. (I know a man who took his light sport aircraft to join the search.) Ultimately, it was as many locals had predicted in the hilly, wooded region, two hunters stumbled on her remains.

As I drove through the ribbon bedecked area on Saturday, I couldn’t help but grieve for what was lost there. It wasn’t innocence since the evil was surely already there; but, it was the loss of the illusion of it. Maybe it’s safer for us all if we know and acknowledge the danger all around.

Safer for us or not, it’s still a sad thing to release the myth and acknowledge the wickedness surrounding us all.

A Committed Five Minutes

Yesterday, my sister told me about a coworker of hers who is so overweight that the weight is really beginning to affect her health. Her health issues have gotten the lady’s attention and she’s ready to make some changes. She has a stationary bike and has committed to ride it for five minutes in the evenings.

Just five minutes.

bike wheel clockIt’s easy to discount that as “no more than five minutes,” but, if you are or have ever been profoundly overweight, you know that it means “I can make it for five minutes. I can do this.” And that is truly how it starts. I’ve said it before (but I think it bears repeating) that many of us think that we have to start an exercise program going all out. I’ve got to run a marathon within the week, after all, no pain no gain, right?

Poppycock!

To begin with, I really did just walk my dogs. I added little accidental exercises throughout the day like parking further from the door or taking my shopping cart all the way back inside the store. Pennies make dollars. Steps make miles and ounces make pounds. The longest journey really does begin with a single step, or, in this case, five minutes on the bike. I am so excited for this lady! She will begin adding minutes before she knows it. She’ll start pushing herself as she sees that it takes longer for her to be out of breath. She’ll celebrate every additional second that she is able to last on the bike.

She’s also beginning to look at her food a different way. After lunch one day, my sister commented to the lady – we’ll call her Willa (like I willa do it) – about her lunch. Willa had eaten a grilled cheese sandwich and french fries. My sister pointed out that while the meal had been filling, there hadn’t been much nutritional substance to it. Willa had fed her body oils and carbohydrates with just the teensiest bit of calcium and protein hidden away in there. They started talking about nutritionally dense options, which makes “dieting”so much easier. At least my sister and I think so, meaning that 100% of Doty girls surveyed agreed – a HUGE margin!

It’s just like when I was a lifeguard. We were taught that after blowing the whistle to get a swimmer’s attention, give them a positive action since they typically hear only the last word you say. For instance, if a kid was running, rather than shouting “don’t run!” I yelled “walk!” The word told them what they could do rather than what they couldn’t. It seemed to work well with the water-logged kiddies and it works just as well with sugar-addicted goddesses.

So, join me in celebrating Willa’s baby steps towards better health and let’s stop focusing on restrictions that make us feel deprived and, instead, focus on freedoms that make us feel more empowered.

Changing Times

I don’t really have much to say this morning. When I awoke yesterday, I didn’t feel puny exactly, but I didn’t feel quite The Thing, either. Seasons are changing. The temperature fluctuations mean allergies, colds and all kinds of cooties for many of us.

I’m feeling the tiniest bit cootified.

I have not been diligent in taking my multi-vitamins for awhile now; so, I started that again before I went to sleep. (I know you’re supposed to take them when you wake; but, they make me feel nauseated. So, rather than absorbing no nutrients from them when I take them upon waking and I cough them right back up, I get less than optimal – but still more than no – value from them by taking them when I go to sleep.)

mutant-food-cartoonsI didn’t really feel like making anything for lunch and, in fact, I wasn’t really hungry at all. Regardless, I stopped at the grocery before work and got some bottled juices (I know they’re not “all that” but they have more nutrients than water), and a salad that the store had labeled “super foods.” It had a kale base and was topped with edamame, sliced almonds, blueberries, and dried cranberries. I know that those are touted as being oh-so-much-better than other foods and, while I don’t know if that’s true, I like the idea of eating a salad that could make the cut as a superhero if only it fit into a leotard and cape.

This morning, I’m still not feeling quite The Thing. However, I’m making sure that I eat especially conscientiously right now, drink plenty of fluids and get plenty of rest. That’s really all I can do until the weather settles down and I can get used to the cooler temperatures once and for all.

aVOIDance

When I was pregnant with my son, my body underwent myriad changes that took me completely by surprise. I hadn’t read about them in any of the books and I spent a lot of time completely freaked out. For instance, no book described what it would feel like when the baby had hiccups. My entire belly moved and I called my mother sobbing, thinking he was having seizures. Not seizures, just Mexican food – it gave him hiccups every time. I’ve forgotten most of those changes now that it’s been over two decades since I experienced them; so, I can’t share them with expectant mothers. However, my journey to change my lifestyle is only three years old and I still remember most of the changes involved with it.

poo-pourriWe probably should have had this discussion a long time ago; but, I was aVOIDing it. Yep, didn’t really want to talk about it; but, as the commercial says, “It’s time to get real about what happens in the bathroom.”

My aunt Sally, a nurse, talked about when patients “voided” for a long time before I figured out that she was talking about when they went to the bathroom. It’s just not a topic of general conversation, is it? In fact, you’re thinking about stopping our daily visit right now, aren’t you? Well, I’m the one sitting here writing and I’ll tell you that I’m thinking about stopping it! However, all along, this blog has been a means to share my experiences as I changed my lifestyle. And, the changes in how my body rid itself of waste were huge ones for me.

First, let’s deal with an easy first topic – sweat. I used to sweat easily and copiously. In fact, it was pretty embarrassing. My body does not and never has dispelled heat effectively; so, if I exert myself, I’m liable to get so red in the face that I scare people. However, as I built my walking pace, time, and distance, my body didn’t sweat as much or as quickly. It learned how to better deal with the heat it produced and to cool itself without making me look like Violet Beauregarde. It took time, but my body got used to it. Another thing my body got used to was water instead of soft drinks; but, it balked at first.

That’s our second topic – urination. If you are going to consciously, significantly increase your water intake, I would suggest that you first do so on your days off, when you are going to be home and near the toilet. It didn’t happen for me right away since I was actually more dehydrated than I knew. My body was thrilled to get all of the water it needed and, oddly enough, the more I drank, the more it wanted right at first. When my cells finally believed that we were not at an oasis in the middle of a soda fountain desert, my body began to throw off the excess water. It was almost like those first months of pregnancy when I had to pee every five minutes. Again, once my body got used to having what it needed, it calmed down and my schedule went back to a more reasonable one. The initial water influx had an additional effect on me, however, and that one took me completely by surprise.

That’s our third and final topic – defecation. The increased water intake seriously freaked out my colon which was unaccustomed to absorbing all of that fluid – you know, like it’s supposed to do. So, initially, it didn’t absorb it – it passed the liquid right on through. Again, as my body remembered how it was supposed to function, that issue went away as well. Prior to eating more fruits and vegetables, I had serious issues with constipation – a little personal here, but sometimes I might only two or three movements a week. Now that my fiber intake is so much higher, it’s now a daily event and my body really does feel a lot better. A final thing to remember on this subject is that as you increase the number of greens you eat or if you eat beets or purple carrots, your feces (and/or urine) may change color. This is perfectly normal and nothing to be alarmed about.

What goes up, must come down. What goes in, must go out. And, if you change what you’re putting in, you’ll change what you’re putting out. Water, along with nutritionally dense and fibrous foods help our bodies function they way they were meant to – for some of us, for the first time in our lives!

But, in the early days of change, here’s a product you might consider stocking up on:

Baby Fat

“Not I!” I thought.  My son never had a food or weight problem. I was busy spraining my arm patting myself on the back when I realized that, while those two things are true, it wasn’t because I was a good role model or conscientious dietician. The fact is, he doesn’t have a sweet tooth and he has his father’s metabolism, not mine. My son wasn’t a fat child because of inclination and genetics, not good parenting. Even realizing this, I stare through the cracked windows of my glass house and recognize that we are facing a crisis – a very real and very national one.

I remember only one seriously overweight kid in my grade growing up.  His name was Stanley. When I first transferred from Catholic school to public school in the third grade, I had some trouble with some girls in my class. I didn’t know how to relate to them and they seemed to see me as fresh meat. At recess one day, one of the girls actually spit in my hair. I was embarrassed, very hurt, and seriously grossed out. That afternoon (or in my memory it was that afternoon, anyway) Stanley gave me a grape Now & Later candy. It was the first Now & Later I’d ever had. I liked it and I was thankful for the kindness of this boy. Stanley’s last name was Roundtree, which was really unfortunate for an overweight kid. You can imagine the teasing he endured. As the only kid that big in our grade, he was an easy target.

Look at kids now.  How many seriously overweight children do you see in each grade?  A whole lot more than one!  And look at us adults.  Obesity puts a huge amount of strain on the body.  It strains the heart, the lungs, and the skeleton.  How many people are walking around with little oxygen tanks now?  Those little scooters are BIG business. Sleep apnea treatments are common.  Who had even really heard of that 20 years ago? If we have descended this far in only 20 years, what’s it going to be like when this generation of grammar school children are grown? Who is going to take care of the millions whose bodies won’t allow them to take care of themselves?

First Lady Michelle Obama is the face of the Let’s Move organization. Polarizing politics aside, I think that we can all agree that we want our children to be healthier and happier than we are. Unfortunately, the Let’s Move website is bigger on ideas than on functionality. Prevent Obesity‘s site is a little better, but offers nothing in the way of nutritional education, which concerns me a great deal. When we teach our children than ketchup is a vegetable and that a fried fruit pie is as good as a piece of fruit, we are lying to them and setting them up to make poor nutritional choices. It’s time we stop putting a spin on everything and shoot straight when it comes to nutrition education.

Broccoli, squash, peas, beans, sweet potatoes – these are vegetables. Ketchup is not. Eating a slice of apple with added sugar cooked into a pie is not the same thing as eating an apple. If we as adults want to tell ourselves these lies to silence our consciences while we indulge, okay, get after it. But to lie to our children who look to us for truth and guidance is wrong. Period.

We must educate them with the truth about food. If we don’t, the advertising industry will fill the void, leading babies’ fat into adult obesity.

Wet Hair Doesn’t Cause Diabetes

“Get in here and get dried off before you catch your death of a cold!”

How many times did you hear that growing up? Luckily, my mother didn’t cut short my playtime in the rain with that silly sentiment. Playing in the rain or going outside with wet hair does not give you a cold. Contact with several viral bodies of a rhinovirus does.  Playing in the rain or going out with wet hair may lower your body’s ability to ward off infection, which would make you more susceptible to the virus, increasing your risk of developing a cold.

The actions still didn’t “make” you get a cold any more than eating fast food “makes” you get diabetes.

diabetes memeNow, hold on there, sister! Haven’t you been spouting for months and months that the unhealthy American diet causes diabetes and heart disease?

Well, without rereading every single post, I can’t say that I didn’t phrase it that way; however, if I did, I misspoke (or miswrote, whatever). I was reminded of that this weekend when a childhood friend shared the meme you see here.  There are several different types of diabetes; but there are two main types that we’ll talk about now – Type 1 and Type 2.

Type 1 diabetes used to be called juvenile diabetes because its onset normally occurs before age 30. For whatever reason, the pancreas does not produce enough insulin. My great-grandmother had this type of diabetes and my friend’s son has it.  They both drew the short straw on this one. They were going to become diabetic regardless of what they ate or did. According to the Mayo Clinic, somewhere between 5 and 10% of diabetics have this type.

Type 2 diabetes used to be called adult onset diabetes and I’ll give you one guess to figure out why. This is the kind that I’m normally talking about when I refer to the effects of obesity. Roughly 90% of diabetics have this type. Of those, about 80% are obese. According to the International Diabetes Foundation, obesity is a factor that increases the risk of diabetes; but, it’s only one of several risk factors. None of them cause diabetes, per se, but they significantly increase the risk a person has of developing the disease. Wait a minute! What about that other 20%? The ones who are not obese? Like my great-grandmother, those diabetics drew the short straw, too. Either they were exposed to some other factor or they were going to become diabetic regardless of what they did.

The human body is a ridiculously complex organism and our environments are no less complex. How our environments and behaviors affect our bodies is, well, it’s frankly too much for me to consider this time of day. My mind is boggled at the mere notion. While we like to think that we are smart enough to know all of the answers, the billions of dollars that are spent each year in disease cause and cure research remind us that we’re not as smart as we think we are. We are still figuring the relationships between genes, environment, disease and organism. We don’t know exactly how they all fit together and, it’s my belief, that we never will.

Just as non-smokers develop lung cancer and teetotalers develop cirrhosis of the liver, people with healthy lifestyles develop diabetes. It just happens that way sometimes. Those people were either genetically predisposed for it or were affected by some other environmental factor. Have you been affected by a factor like that? Have I? There’s really no way for us to know until we develop the disease or we don’t. That’s out of our control.

So, the smart move here is to control those things that we can control, like the risk factors related to lifestyle. Eat more fruits and vegetables. Eat them in a more natural state. Exercise often.

And, for goodness sake, before you catch your death of a cold, wash your hands and don’t touch your face. Here’s a tissue.

 

 

 

 

Friday’s New Focus

gourdsAs you may have noticed this week, my patience has been looking a little thinner than usual. It must have been on a diet when I wasn’t looking. While I haven’t been exactly cranky, I’ve not felt like I was on an even keel, either. Last night at work, when I was carrying something a little heavy around, I had a moment where my focus shifted. In that moment, I felt my muscles and bones working together and I was thankful. I am thankful that I have a job to go to and thankful that my body feels and functions better at 47 than it did at 37.

I believe that part of my discontent this week has been rooted in watching others, which is just never a good idea. When I watch others, I see what they get away with or how they are rewarded for flimsy reasons. And I get frustrated. I become discontent thinking that someone is getting a better deal than I am. I know that to watch others or to pay more attention to them and what they’re doing than to what I’m doing is a sure-fire way to become irritated.

Sure, many things in my life have been and could be better; but, today, I am thankful that they aren’t worse. I’m a healthy woman who has a home, a job, great family, wonderful friends, comforting pets, and, well, just more than I can list.

And that’s all I’m focusing on.

 

Thoughts about everything and nothing in an effort to be a better person than I was yesterday.