The beautification factor for today’s food peaked at the rose colored juice this morning. Everything else has kind of been UGGGG-LAAAAAY.
For lunch I had leftover Bul Kogi, green beans, and a piece of pork from Lucy’s dinner last night (Lucy and Daddy had a date at the local Vietnamese restaurant last night).
Around 4, I got hungry and wasn’t really digging my options so I decided to make a shake. The shake consisted of: 1 small banana, 1 scoop vanilla protein powder, 1 cup rice milk, some ice, 2 TBSP uncooked oats, and 1 TBSP chia seeds.
It was tasty.
For dinner I made some Indian food from Trader Joes. Here’s what I used:
+ chicken breast simmered in the crock pot for 4 hours (2 hours on high, 2 on low).
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And some rice. To make this:
Plus this:
I gave some to Lucy and at first she gobbled it up.
And then she started making the “This is yummy but it hurts” face. It did have quite a bite at the end. So I made her some rice, veggies, and beans-poor mite. At the end of the meal she started shelling her peas. Check this out.
To create this:
Silly girl!
About 5 years ago a woman who worked with my sister offered to give me Indian food cooking lessons and I happily took her up on the offer. She took me to an Indian market and then bought packaged food like I ate tonight and heated it up. That was my lesson. Needless to say, I felt pretty duped. That’s how she made her food though. I would really love to learn how to make great Indian food. My friend, Megan, her Dad makes the best curried green beans. He gave me the recipe and it’s on my list of things to do but it is quite involved so I haven’t gotten my courage up yet.
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I’ve been debating all day with myself whether I should post about what I did today and I decided to spill it.
I saw 2 doctors today. I saw a traditional GI doctor and a Naturopathic doctor. I am SO incredibly thankful that Stacy brought up a Naturopathic doctor in the comments on Monday. If I had only gone to the GI doctor today I would be one defeated person right now.
The GI doctor basically told me that I have IBS but that I could possibly have Celiac Disease. He thinks it’s more likely that I have IBS but he is taking blood to be 100% it’s not Celiacs. His remedy? Eat more fiber and take a laxative. Stop taking the laxative when I get diarrhea. Thanks helpcat! When I said that I was already eating fiber and that I was really frustrated he told me “Try not to stress.” Again, thanks helpcat. That appointment lasted about 15 minutes.
The Naturopathic doctor, on the other hand, met with me for an hour and 15 minutes. I must say that I am hopeful that something is going to change. I did feel extremely exhausted just talking about all my issues. When you’re living them you don’t think they are that bad. But, talking through them and seeing the doctor’s reactions made me realize that my quality of life is really suffering right now. She thinks that she can help and she’s excited to work with me since I’m already on top of the exercise and eating department-she actually believed me! So many people/doctors don’t-they think I must be exaggerating and that I just don’t know how to eat healthfully or exercise. They just see a fat person and assume that I eat bon-bons all day. She even wanted to look at my blog to get a better understanding of me!
Anyway, I have to go get labs done tomorrow and then fill out a very detailed food log which deals with input AND output and also deals with state of mind throughout the day. I go back to her in 2 weeks and at that time she’ll have an action plan all set up for me and we’ll go from there. She said that it’s going to take time and that I have to have patience. That’s a hard one but at least I’m actively changing something. The same old thing just isn’t working so trying something new is a great thing.
She did give me some castor oil to rub on my arms at night to help with the pain I’ve been having there.
Overall, it was a very good visit-it felt nice to be listened to and to be taken seriously for once. I’m really happy and optimistic. We’ll see what happens.