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A marriage equality court decision on a Sunday? Ayup.

Alaska no less. A federal district court rendered it's ruling today. No stay has been ordered. Tomorrow is a federal holiday so I'm not sure if this will go into effect tomorrow or Tuesday or what will happen with the Supreme Court or the ninth. I understand SCOTUS ended the stay in Idaho on Friday, so I guess Monday or Tuesday should see folks headed to get licenses there.

Bloody amazing. Just bloody amazing.

On a person note, I'm better in the last 24 hours. The effects of the 'wheat incident' on Thursday are fading into memory. My joints are calming down, amen. If I needed proof I can't do wheat, was this ever it. My gut was in knots for 18 hours. Both ankles flared, as did a knee, but all those symptoms are fading with each passing hour. I hope to have none tomorrow, but we shall see.

Off to bed. I start the day early with a trip to the dentist.
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I finally fell asleep about 2 last night.

After unwittingly eating Tabooleh, my gut rebelled last night & this morning I'm sore. My right ankle is still sore as well, but to my relief, it's not swollen or hot to the touch.

I'm majorly annoyed, both at myself and where I went to eat.


Sep. 23rd, 2014 06:56 pm
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I was pissed off yesterday.

They had been labeling the food in the MD lounge, but stopped, so I no longer know for certain when something is safe for me to eat. Soups I don't dare touch and anything in a sauce I'm skipping, unless I can get the kitchen on the phone which is catch as catch can. It's pissing me off. It seems the administration took out their one computer terminal in the kitchen so they have no way of word processing and now nothing is labeled any more.

I'm relying on their plain veggies, sliced turkey, tuna salad, and fruit, assuming there still is any of that, when I get there. Well, lunch yesterday was a salad, sans any dressing, as I couldn't vouch for it's safety. The deli tray was empty, the hot food was pasta (patently obvious a no go), the veggies were gone and the soup was some unidentified cream affair.

So, much to my gratitude [livejournal.com profile] grizzlyzone just sent me this link, http://www.6sensorlabs.com/#about. What a fantastic idea! A small, hand-held testing machine, analogous to a glucose blood monitor, that would allow a celiac patient to test any food for gluten before eating it. No more inadvertent gluten poisoning. It's still in development, but I just signed both myself and my sister up on their wait list for notification when they will release them.

WANT!!! (As in, yesterday!)
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When I got home last night, I had a light meal (chicken curry - carry out, gluten free) and while my husband munched on his dinner I got down to business folding and putting shirts into boxes. I have a large amount of clothing and just like I'm letting go of the weight, I need to let go of the fabric.

I had sorted out all of the 5x shirts at least a month ago and hung them in another area of the walk-in and last night I reached clarity I HAD to get them moved out of my closet. I boxed up at least 30 shirts last night, maybe more. Nine are in a carton at my front desk waiting for a friend to come pick them up. Her son's a big boy and should be able to make use of at least 8 of them, plus she has an assortment of 'nephews' who're also young men 'of size', so anything that doesn't work for her son, should work for one of the other boys.

There is another box of at least 20 shirts now in my garage. I think come summer I'll begin listing them on eBay. Most are in superb, like new condition, most are office or dress shirts, and the quality on all of them is quite nice. I have a penchant for Lands End and every one of them is a Lands End shirt.

Hopefully this weekend, I'll begin boxing up the 4x's. These days, I routinely fit into a 3x and am even beginning to get into some of the 2's. I also need to start boxing up my sweaters and vests, and it's time to go thru the T's and other gym clothes. Some things will be given away now, and things that are in like new condition I think I'll put away till summer when there hopefully will be time to sell them.

This morning saw me at the gym for a 5.25 mile run (1:10 minutes to go that distance) after which I soaked for 10 in the tub and stepped on the scale. Sixty-five pounds are gone. When people have asked me how much more I want to lose, I've been saying rather manner-of-factly, about 110. I now need to start saying about 100. Tomorrow marks 4 months since I started. As of today, I can use the scale in my office without adding a counter weight; I'm at the scale's max limit, but I can use it. This is a milestone I'm savoring. It also means I'm right at the threshold of another milestone & it's a big one - getting out of the 300's into the 200's. I'm also closer to where I was when the arthritis got so bad and when this gain began, than to where I ended up. That's just 50 lbs away. I hope to get there by this coming summer. We shall see. I'll get there when I get there, but I will get there, and beyond.

Saw my physiatrist colleague after brunch, and had my prolotherapy. I'm sore now after the injections, but so far the results have been well worth the temporary soreness. The left ankle is definitely giving me a lot less grief, and the sensory neuropathy in the seural and saphenous nerves is markedly less painful. She's been injecting right where these nerves pierce the fascia of my left leg, and while I far from enjoying them, I'm loving the results. After a long day on my feet yesterday, I got out to my car at the far end of the lot, realized I'd left my phone on my desk so I turned and quick stepped back to my office to get it. I hit me as I was unlocking the door, there was absolutely no pain anywhere in my legs, ankles, joints, back, or anywhere else for that matter. I was moving without hesitation, without slowness, without thought.

And to think, it all started with giving up wheat.
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Somehow, I'm not surprised most of the time who notices that there's less of me. More often than not it's a diabetic, or someone else who's struggling with their own weight. Folks who don't have a weight problem often look at me and think, "now what's different?" I can't tell you how many times I've been asked when I cut my hair or if I just trimmed my beard. (For the record I haven't cut my hair since 1992, and I always trim my beard down to 1 inch in length at least once a month, if not twice.)

No fewer than 10 patients today commented to me about my weight, or rather my weight loss. Most were surprised having not seen me in the last three months. Today marks three months since I started. The statistics? I've dropped 52 pounds, 8 inches off of my waist, 3 suit sizes, 4 pants sizes, & 2 shirt sizes. By my calculations, I've run 170 miles in that time, and probably walked in equal amount.

I am not hungry all the time. I have said this to people, and more often than not, they stare at me in disbelief. "How can you not be hungry?" I would think I would know if I were particularly hungry. So many have made comments to me about my willpower. I honestly don't think it's particularly strong.

I'm simply faced with choices. I can live without my arthritis & my psoriasis, or I can eat wheat. That one's a no-brainer. Now that I understand the connection between the two, it's no struggle to make that choice. Staying off of the wheat reinforces my choice to stay low-carb as well, and with exercising, I'm losing significant amounts of weight. I feel better. That one's also a no-brainer for me. It's not a matter of willpower, it's a matter of how I want to live and what I want out of life.

My Doc was right. I didn't give up wheat; I've been liberated from it. There's no cold turkey for me. There are no white knuckles here. I have been asked by a fair number of people if I miss certain foods & my honest answer is, "not really". For a man who never met a slice of bread he didn't like, this is a C-note change. Like I said, I can live without my arthritis & my psoriasis, or I can eat wheat.
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I'm blissed out right now. It's the third time today. One giant ball of endorphins.

I was up @ 6 this morning & out the door by 7, on my way to the gym, my mind set on a run on the elliptical. Headphones on, Alanis Morrisette in my ears, I started at an easy gambol for 5 minutes, then ran for the next 45. I would have liked to have done the full hour, but lacked the time. Two weeks ago, the first time I did an hour in at least 9 years, I waddled away from the machine slowly, dripping sweat behind. I remember sitting in the men's locker thereafter, thinking I needed to shower. Five minutes later, I was still thinking the same, having not moved.

I was tired. Not crippled. Just tired. I had a bold sense of accomplishment & satisfaction. The euphoria of the endorphins however, eluded me that morning.

Not so today.

I got off the machine today because I had to. I walked away & 4 minutes later I was lathering up and rinsing off. I felt great. Better yet, nothing hurt.

30 minutes later I was sharing b'fast with two colleagues in the doctors' lounge at the hospital. Said my ER colleague, "you're looking thinner; are you?" I smiled. Said my physiatrist colleague, "I'll bet you just came from the gym." I nodded. I sipped my coffee, debating how much to share.

The physiatrist is a lovely woman, an osteopath & a recent permanent addition to the staff. She & I have spoken about my new reality a couple of weeks ago. "He's in remission," she informed the ER doc.

I explained to him the inadvertant discovery of my celiac disease, the rather sudden resolution of my arthritis as well as my psoriasis from eliminating all wheat, and my new sense of freedom. She asked how much I've lost.

"About 20."
"In a month?"
"Not quite."
She put down her Danish.

I noticed later, my legs are stronger. I'm beginning to see and feel the muscles in my legs and butt, & I'm relishing their awakening.

I move better. It's no longer the strain it was just a month ago.

I walked back over to the hospital @ noon time, intent on a light lunch. The day was sparklingly clear, the morning chill and fog long gone. I was rewarded with a reasonable choice to eat. The roasted veggies were heavy on the cauliflower and Brussels Sprouts, both cooked just to the point of starting to caramelize their natural sugars. The Caesar salad had been left undressed & was thankfully light on the croutons. Less to pick out. The main course was Jambalaya; I was able to pick out the chicken with just a modicum of the seasoned rice. I thought about the sausage, but decided it wasn't worth the risk, not knowing for sure if there were bread crumbs as a binder within. Similarly, I skipped the soup. For once, when I was done eating there still stuff on my plate. I had no urge to eat any more. As I dropped the paper plate into the trash, I thought, "who are you & what have you done with Weaver?"

Tonight was ripe for marital time. My ease of movement was there as well. I'm feeling as though years have been peeled back.

My personal doc has a coaching and psych background. She's been telling me to visualize the normal sized person within. I'm not there yet. I'm having too much fun getting re-acquainted with the able-bodied person within.

The perks are superb. If this is what giving up wheat will allow me to do again, I'm so there. This is my new paradigm.
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I'm so loving this.

Today marks two full weeks completely wheat free. I walk without pain most of the time. My hands are working with no trouble. No longer am I having to deal with red, swollen, tender, hot joints in either my hands, feet, wrists and most importantly, my ankles. I have my moments where there's some discomfort from challenging my ligaments, but they're fleeting and controlled by my morning Celebrex.

And I'm no longer constantly scratching my head because of the psoriasis. It's a fraction of what it was.

This morning I ran on the elliptical at the gym for just over 45 minutes, covering 3.1 miles and burning a glorious 700 calories, if the machine is to be believed. A 15 minute mile ain't bad for someone my age, and for somebody my size, its downright impressive according to my doc. I had an appointment at 10:30 this morning and left the car at my office, choosing instead to make the 2 mile round trip on foot, just because I could. (And I am blessing my podiatrist office neighbor, who got me into these running shoes which are giving me the correct foot/arch/ankle support so I'm able to do this without injuring myself. He caught me me going out for a hike on Sunday afternoon and called out to me from behind, "not in those shoes you're not!")

So far I've said goodbye to 19 lbs since I started with the change 3 1/2 weeks ago.

Figuring out what's safe to eat is still a bit of a challenge. Deciphering wheat products in all of their incarnations is interesting. Maltodextrin? No, not on the list of things that are safe. Did that soup get thickened with flour or cornstarch? Not chancing it. Dealing with picking the croutons out of my salad, even though I told the waiter not to add them, and then skipping the dressing in favor of just plain oil and vinegar on the table. Again, hold the maltodextrin please. At least the waiter heard me, when I said, "dressing on the side please." It is however so totally worth it, not to have the arthritis and to be able once again, not feel disabled. It's kind of hard to identify as disabled, after doing a 3 mile run on the elliptical.

Incidentally, that's not something I would yet dare to do on open ground, and may never think of doing so. Running, your feet hit the ground with 3 g forces - multiply your weight by 3 and that's what your feet and weight bearing joints 'see' with each foot strike. The damage left by the 22 years of the psoriatic arthritis ain't going to tolerate that at my current size. One technically pedals an elliptical, so its a superb cardio workout, without the joint trauma. I've always wondered what it would be like to run a marathon, though. I doubt that with ever happen, but who knows? It I lose enough, I suppose anything is possible. Without the wheat on board, and without the pain, I itch to move every morning when I get out of bed. I can't wait to get out and see things, listen to the sound of the wind in the trees, in my hair, on my skin. It's delicious.

And this morning I finally felt it again. The first recurrent inkling of the runner's high. That was one of the things I used to love about the elliptical. Once upon a time it would hit at about 25 minutes in to a run. This morning I had my first taste of it again, some 35 minutes in. What a delicious sensation!

Off to patient care. My day awaits!


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