4 am. Awake & congested....
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osodecanelaSlept the sleep of the dead last night. After being. Up most of the night before thanks to childbirth, when I fell into bed last night I was out like the proverbial light. I'd driven to Los Altos for a meeting & not long after supper I was horizontal, called my husband & was in the land of nod moments later. Slept a solid 9 hours.
Up at 6:30, I was out the door and off to the gym by 7 to get a run in. After 4 miles I hit the tub for a soak, then showered & headed back to my friend's place for breakfast and the meeting.
Serving on a statewide committee with 4 other folks I've known for 25-30 years, I last saw these people in mid October which translates to 45 lbs ago. Three of the four of them made comment of the change whe the 4th sweetly smiled but said nothing. I suspect this was stressful for her.
Like me, she's a fellow celiac. She's also very heavy & unlike me, hasn't changed since the diagnosis was made 4 years ago. In just over 4 months, I'm 70 lbs down. For me the diagnosis meant a end to my inflammatory arthritis and with that the ability to move again. Yesterday afternoon, I watched her struggle up the stairs.
I'm learning what I can do again. I needed to plug in my cpap the night before which meant getting under a desk to the power strip. That meant getting on my knees on a hardwood floor, getting to my feet again. I hesitated for a second, then just did it. I won't lie and say it didn't hurt to be on my knees on the hard wood, but it really wasn't the struggle it would have been just months ago. I didn't need to hesitate.
Si, se puede.
At 5:30 I headed north, saw mothers & children at the hospital, sent one mom home, the other, still not ready. That one had suffered a fairly major post partum haemorrhage. Before heading home, I stopped for Chinese, a bottle of gluten free soy sauce in hand. They had offered to use my soy if I brought it to them. They've been preparing food to go for me for months subbing corn starch for wheat flour on several dishes and omitting the soy sauce, but this was the first time I'd brought them tamari to cook with.
The place is a modest one, that changed hands 2 tests ago. It passed from one Chinese family to another. It's a brother and sister plus their spouses, with their dad doing the bulk of the cooking. You can see the kitchen thru the pass thru window. I usually interact with the sister-in-law, who's generally in front. Hers is the strongest English & she's charming. She notice the change in what I would order a few months back, and asked why. I explained my problem with flour, and that what that cooked was stuff I brought home for my household to eat, saving me from cooking on nights when I didn't get home early enough to. I confessed while they ate Chinese, I had a salad. That night she pointed me to the mixed veggie dish on her steam table. "No flour. No soy sauce," she said, "you can eat that."
When she saw me walking past the place a few days later, she rushed outside to catch me. "You can have the chicken curry!"
Startled, I turned. She smiled, then repeated herself.
"But you said it had flour." The curry had been my favorite.
"Yes. Corn flour." She had looked up celiac disease and saw it was a problem with wheat. I had said flour, not realizing they translated corn starch as corn flour."
Last night the father sniffed, then tasted the soy sauce, then turned to the window, smiled and shot me a thumbs up. He speaks no English, but after a barrage of Mandarin between him & his daughter-in-law, he made it very clear he was preparing things from scratch, even coming to the window to show me he was doing a quick marinade of the beef in my tamari, for an order of broccoli beef. Wonder why I like this place?
After supper, I spent some time in my closet sorting things, then put some shirts that newly fit into the wash. I awoke a bit ago, stuffed up and coughing, my throat parched and scratchy. I tossed on a robe, hit the head, then transferred the clothes to the dryer. Found another dozen shirts I can now wear again, and have culled a bunch more, now too big to wear. Need to cart stuff out of the house, and pack away what I want to list on eBay this summer. Amongst the shirts in the dryer are 5 more Levi's denims; after I got the first shirt on sale 10 years ago & wore it a few days, I went back and got it in all the colors it came in. Honestly, I'm surprised to be wearing them again already. I got them before the weight started 9 years ago, and by my recollection, I was 15 lbs lighter than I am now when I had to stop wearing them. I'm very self conscious in clothing I feel are too tight.
I'm going to try lying down again, see if I can get back to sleep for a bit.
Up at 6:30, I was out the door and off to the gym by 7 to get a run in. After 4 miles I hit the tub for a soak, then showered & headed back to my friend's place for breakfast and the meeting.
Serving on a statewide committee with 4 other folks I've known for 25-30 years, I last saw these people in mid October which translates to 45 lbs ago. Three of the four of them made comment of the change whe the 4th sweetly smiled but said nothing. I suspect this was stressful for her.
Like me, she's a fellow celiac. She's also very heavy & unlike me, hasn't changed since the diagnosis was made 4 years ago. In just over 4 months, I'm 70 lbs down. For me the diagnosis meant a end to my inflammatory arthritis and with that the ability to move again. Yesterday afternoon, I watched her struggle up the stairs.
I'm learning what I can do again. I needed to plug in my cpap the night before which meant getting under a desk to the power strip. That meant getting on my knees on a hardwood floor, getting to my feet again. I hesitated for a second, then just did it. I won't lie and say it didn't hurt to be on my knees on the hard wood, but it really wasn't the struggle it would have been just months ago. I didn't need to hesitate.
Si, se puede.
At 5:30 I headed north, saw mothers & children at the hospital, sent one mom home, the other, still not ready. That one had suffered a fairly major post partum haemorrhage. Before heading home, I stopped for Chinese, a bottle of gluten free soy sauce in hand. They had offered to use my soy if I brought it to them. They've been preparing food to go for me for months subbing corn starch for wheat flour on several dishes and omitting the soy sauce, but this was the first time I'd brought them tamari to cook with.
The place is a modest one, that changed hands 2 tests ago. It passed from one Chinese family to another. It's a brother and sister plus their spouses, with their dad doing the bulk of the cooking. You can see the kitchen thru the pass thru window. I usually interact with the sister-in-law, who's generally in front. Hers is the strongest English & she's charming. She notice the change in what I would order a few months back, and asked why. I explained my problem with flour, and that what that cooked was stuff I brought home for my household to eat, saving me from cooking on nights when I didn't get home early enough to. I confessed while they ate Chinese, I had a salad. That night she pointed me to the mixed veggie dish on her steam table. "No flour. No soy sauce," she said, "you can eat that."
When she saw me walking past the place a few days later, she rushed outside to catch me. "You can have the chicken curry!"
Startled, I turned. She smiled, then repeated herself.
"But you said it had flour." The curry had been my favorite.
"Yes. Corn flour." She had looked up celiac disease and saw it was a problem with wheat. I had said flour, not realizing they translated corn starch as corn flour."
Last night the father sniffed, then tasted the soy sauce, then turned to the window, smiled and shot me a thumbs up. He speaks no English, but after a barrage of Mandarin between him & his daughter-in-law, he made it very clear he was preparing things from scratch, even coming to the window to show me he was doing a quick marinade of the beef in my tamari, for an order of broccoli beef. Wonder why I like this place?
After supper, I spent some time in my closet sorting things, then put some shirts that newly fit into the wash. I awoke a bit ago, stuffed up and coughing, my throat parched and scratchy. I tossed on a robe, hit the head, then transferred the clothes to the dryer. Found another dozen shirts I can now wear again, and have culled a bunch more, now too big to wear. Need to cart stuff out of the house, and pack away what I want to list on eBay this summer. Amongst the shirts in the dryer are 5 more Levi's denims; after I got the first shirt on sale 10 years ago & wore it a few days, I went back and got it in all the colors it came in. Honestly, I'm surprised to be wearing them again already. I got them before the weight started 9 years ago, and by my recollection, I was 15 lbs lighter than I am now when I had to stop wearing them. I'm very self conscious in clothing I feel are too tight.
I'm going to try lying down again, see if I can get back to sleep for a bit.
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Date: 2014-02-04 12:49 am (UTC)