I hope this post isn't long and rambly. I hope I can concisely explain the changes that I've been going through--that my family has been going through. I hope I can illustrate how when God's hand moves you in a different direction, even when you have no idea why... the results end up extremely good. He's always watching out for us, that's for sure.
I'm not "granola." I'm not that chick who hikes and bikes in the mountains. I'm not the one eating trail mix and wearing Columbia sweatshirts just in case I get the itch to go for a jog outside. I'll never be one with nature. In fact, I don't really even like nature. I don't like bugs and thorns and mud and dirt. I like the quiet comfort of my home.
When I think of these nature-led individuals, I think about the way they eat and I picture birds. In my ignorant mind, these people eat like birds. They eat nuts and seeds and only things Mother Earth provides. (Mother Earth being God, in my world anyway.) I imagine getting rid of my typical food and just know I am so not granola. I don't use that term offensively, by the way, it's just the way I've come to think of these nature-loving, organic eating, HEALTHY people.
I want to be granola. I honestly never thought I could be. I wasn't raised that way. I don't enjoy the great outdoors. I don't know how to cook beans and lentils and I've never eaten hummus. I and clueless about this stuff... but I think I'm starting to become a believer.
Let me go back to September, 2008 when my Sam first started getting sick. Eczema, ear infections, constant nose-drip, congestion. I mean, he pretty much had a little bit of everything. He's had a few bouts of the pukies... just not a healthy kid. I've never had an un-healthy kid before, but I have to tell you it really makes the whole house miserable if you let it. I mean, he was ultra-demanding because he never felt good.
Finally... finally, after many, many visits to the doctor and just hearing that he had another virus, I decided it was time to do something different. To do something drastic. To become...(gasp.) a little granola. I went to a natural doctor.
Anyone who knows me probably just collapsed. I love our doctor. I would listen to anything he tells me, but when you are the mom and your kid is still looking at you through those red-circled eyes, miserable and in pain, you start to think maybe it's time to take matters into your own hands. Or different hands.
I can't get into everything this doctor did for me and for Sam. There's too much. I went to have my blood tested as well because of the 2-week head/neck/shoulder ache and I don't even want to tell you all the stuff she found that's just not right with me. Things that make me on the road to un-healthiness. Things that make me lethargic and low in energy and forgetful and blahblahblah.
What I can tell you is that last week, my week was dedicated to doing healthy things for my family. Mostly, going to the doctor, putting everyone on a probiotic (a strong one, not the ones you get in health food stores), implementing GOOD vitamins and buying healthy food. For Sam, that means wheat/yeast/gluten free foods as we suspect those may be contributing to the problem.
I have to be honest. I was skeptical. I mean, honestly, the lady said I'd see a difference in three days. I was especially skeptical when he stopped taking the probiotic in the dropper and I had to sneak it into his bottle (you're only supposed to do it in water...) but all of the sudden on Saturday I realized he was playing and laughing and running around and being absolutely hilarious. Like a 15 month old SHOULD be. He wasn't whining and clinging and scratching his ears and his nose and in clear pain. He is completely better.
I know, I look a little cross-eyed in that picture and Sam looks even balder than he is, but do you see there's nothing coming out of his nose?
We are healthy!
I say all this to tell you that for years...years...I have really been concerned with weight loss. But never with health. But after having a very unhealthy child for almost six months, I now realize how vitally important it is to pay very close attention to what I put into my body and into my kids' bodies. I now have a visual picture of what my unhealthy blood cells looked like. And worse, what Sam's looked like. With that in mind, I don't see how I can ever go back to feeding the bacteria and parasites in my body (or my kids' bodies), and knowing they feed on things like sugar makes them really lose their appeal.
So, while I don't see myself trekking up a mountain anytime soon (you know, that Great Cliff of Illinois isn't really calling my name)...I do think it's time to make some serious changes in the way we eat. So far, I've noticed a lot more energy, the dizziness and pressure in my head are gone, when I turn my eyes from side to side, there's no black dots and I just FEEL BETTER. I do not crave sugar. I didn't wake up this morning thinking "Oh, thank God I can have coffee...." It's amazing the changes already and I've just started down this path.
Sometimes I think God allows us to go through things (like six miserable months of not being able to figure out what my baby needed, six months of feeling like a terrible mom)... so we'll seek truth, search for answers. Sometimes what we're being handed as "truth" isn't. At least not OUR truth. And for me, accepting Sam simply needed more antibiotics was not truth.
I gotta say... the proof is in the puddin'...
Check out my Weight Loss Blog later for some food talk. And an explanation of why I quit Weight Watchers and decided to go at it on my own. Riveting stuff, to be sure.