Good News, Bad News and the 50 Pound Mark

Good news first, yes? I officially hit the 50 pound mark over the weekend. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around being 51 pounds heavier this time last year. I’m still struggling with how I look and how my body (poorly) functions at this size, so how on earth was I doing it last year?

Oh that’s right…I wasn’t. I was a mess ūüôā

I was worried the loss was a fluke, since this weekend was mostly ridiculous, but the scale said the same thing today so I guess I’m in the clear. It’s so great to drop into the next set of numbers too.

On to the bad news – turns out my house had TWELVE other offers. Isn’t that insane? I have no idea if their realtor even shared my awesome cow note, as it wasn’t mentioned with any correspondence with my realtor. I was surprised by that in particular – the last time I got into a bidding war of sorts on a house and wrote a note, the realtor thought I was the cutest thing ever and wanted to set me up with the homeowner. I can’t remember what came of that, but I think I actually talked to him a couple times.

Anyway, I’m not shocked about the house, as I did offer over asking but not by much. The selling agent told us how popular it had been, albeit in a seriously unprofessional way. My cow house with a fireplace and pool was at the top of my budget, so I couldn’t exactly get crazy. I am being kept as a back-up option, so we’ll see.

The search will continue, and I definitely will be looking at places with pools. Since I’ll be living in the middle of Dallas, it’ll be a great way to bring people together this summer, and I love hosting parties. As fun as my house parties were in Richardson, I can’t imagine how great they would be during the day with a pool, especially since so many of my friends now have little ones. Yay for barbecues!

The other piece of bad news I’m still trying to wrap my head around. This whole blog was started as a way for me to journal about my experience changing my lifestyle and adapting to a much more restrictive diet, all in the interest of fixing my random health issues. I’m thankful I found a doctor that I like – she’s my age, accepting, a great listener – and I wish she had better news for me.

I had nine different vials of blood drawn last week, and though the tests haven’t all come back yet, the ones I was most concerned with did on Friday. The one that go all this started, the C Reactive Protein (hs CRP) that serves as an inflammation marker and is used to measure cardiac risk, among other things, has actually gotten worse. My last measurement was 22, where it needs to be under 5. Now it came back at a 24.7!! Alarming!

Where would it be if I wasn’t essentially following an anti-inflammatory diet? Part of me wants to say fuck it and eat some pizza with a side of Chinese food, but an unsuccessful effort at lowering inflammation doesn’t mean I don’t have severe food intolerances. I actually had some gluten over the weekend, tiny amounts, and was rewarded with skin breakouts and severe headaches. Guess that ish is for real after all. Sigh.

I already had an appointment made with a GI to have a scope done before any of my test results came back, so I guess I’ll just keep moving forward. I’m getting kind of sick of the doctor’s office at this point, though. I do feel better than I did before I changed my diet, so I’ll stay the course, but I’ll admit I’m pretty damn devastated that the hard work hasn’t given the results I was after. Losing weight has been great, but it’s just not enough.

The other bad thing was my platelet count. I don’t know if I’ve even blogged about this one, because it’s frankly not as interesting as the whole change your diet thing, but my platelet count came back very low back in October. Normal minimum is 150, and I measured 125. Dr. Brown is pretty unflappable, and she was concerned enough for me to have it retested. November I read 140, still low but better. Now it’s even lower – 116.

New doctor told me not to be too worried, since it’s only gets super alarming when it drops below 100, but I’m still being sent to a hematologist. That’s right, friends. I get to see two different specialists this month. Yay? Hopefully it’ll just be ideopathic and a low platelet count will just be my new normal. I won’t even wrap my head around the things I found on Google.

Bah.

I was so down when I got home from work Friday night, and I’m so thankful for friends and family that distracted me, via text or barstool (I amended Lent to veto vodka and other liquor – it’s still a sacrifice. There are only so many ciders a belly can hold and vodka is my favvvvvvorite.) I was planning to wallow that night in some happy pants, but got pulled into a very fun evening that cheered me right up. More the same the rest of the weekend, and I’m just feeling thankful to be so loved.

I might not have been up for chatting on the phone or FaceTime, but even the sweet texts I got from my bests made a world of difference. From the ski slopes, house hunters, long weekenders and moms chasing their babies, Seattle, Springfield and Dallas, I was feeling the love ‚̧ԳŹūüíô. You guys know who you are. Xoxo.

Dreary day in Dallas and the city is practically shut down, so I’m going to work on some pretty quilt blocks between conference calls and the usual Monday work day. And I’ll keep counting my blessings until I have more concrete reasons to worry.

Cheers,
CL

Food Hiding, Doctor Visits and Labwork

So it occurs to me as I sit in my truck and sip on my contraband iced Americano, I’ve mentally come a long way. I mean, instead of parking in a fast food lot of shoveling down a milkshake or crunch wrap supreme before someone can catch me, I’m sneaking a ten calorie coffee.

Btw, I had to google my usual thing for Taco Bell. And by usual, what I used to get pre-Seattle for the boozy fourth meal. ¬†I couldn’t remember what it was called! ¬†I’ve been there twice in the last four years, once on a drive to Boise Memorial Day weekend and another in Seattle when it just sounded good. I still love tacos, but I’ll likely never go to Taco Bell again because they have ZERO things I can eat. Even their plain tacos and “al fresca” items all have either gluten or soy. Insane.¬† Soy does NOT need to be in every little thing, America.

I digress, though. I’ve always been a food sneaker, a food hider. Calories don’t count if no one sees you, right? If you’ve ever seen me pig out, know that you’re probably one of my favorite people on the planet, because it’s taken me years to be comfortable eating around other people. YEARS. ¬†And to be frank, I can’t remember the last time I binge-ate, other than a chip basket at a Mexican restaurant. ¬†I do remember the last time I binge drank, though. ¬†Don’t tell my mom. ¬†Or my doctor. ¬†Damn you, patio days. ¬†Just kidding, I totally told my doctor and her nurse a real answer. ¬†“Christina, how many alcohol beverages do you have a week?” ¬†Me: ¬†“Well, what’s the weather? ¬†Was I sitting on a patio most of the day?”

So when I say I’ve come a long way, I mean it. ¬†The only candy in my presence sits right on top of my desk at work – and I barely touch it. ¬†It’s full of Jelly Bellys, and my co-workers grab them by the handful. ¬†I don’t miss it, really. ¬†The only thing I really seem to miss is cheese, and cheese isn’t something I ever stashed away. ¬†Well, and the coffee, but I don’t think a cup of coffee, usually decaf, will get me if I do it 3-4 times a month. ¬†Can I justify the occasional dairy splurge by saying I need the probiotics? ¬†Guess not.

I mentioned last blog that I was excited to get labs done to test my progress, and I was able to get that completed this morning. ¬†I established care with the fabulous Dr. Barreto, gave her the rundown of my intolerances, inflammation, low platelets, vomiting, etc. ¬†I swear, when I’m giving my life story I feel like the biggest hypochondriac, but I guess labs don’t lie. ¬†I AM anemic, I DO have cardiac risk thanks to my inflammation, I DO have a low platelet count and I DO throw up more than any human I know.

What does that net me? ¬†Nine vials of blood. ¬†Even the sweet lady taking it was like, whoa. ¬†The labels just kept uncurling. ¬†I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture! ¬†Glad I wore a super cute sunny yellow jacket to keep me cheerful. ¬†I got several compliments on both that jacket and my navy and silver polka dot overcoat this morning – yay! ¬†That always puts a little spring in your step, right?

Anyway, here’s what I had done:

  • Comprehensive Metalobic Panel – I had this done in October with Seattle’s fabulous Dr. Brown, but I think she wants to see it all again.
  • Hemogram
  • H Pylori
  • C Reative Protein (Inflammation Marker)
  • ESR (For SLE Monitoring)
  • ANA (Antinuclear) abs
  • Vitamin B12
  • Folate (Folic Acid) Serum – looks like the prenatals I take aren’t enough. ¬†God bless any poor guy I date that looks in my medicine cabinet and thinks I’m trying to trick him into having a baby. ¬†It’s for my ¬†hair and the iron, buddy! ¬†I swear!
  • Lipase Serum

Last but not least, a referral to a gastroenterologist. ¬†Awesome. ¬†Hey Mom? ¬†Maybe we’ll finally get me a doctor who can figure it out and/or does more than shrug their shoulders and tells us to deal with it. ¬†That’s an awesome thing to hear when you’re a child, btw. ¬†It’s only taken 37 years ūüôā ¬†Looks like there’s a throat scope in my future. ¬†That should be fun.

I’m also weening off the Wellbutrin and switching over to Paxil. ¬†Dr. Baretta thinks it’s a better match for me since it also deals with anxiety and is gaining popularity for patients with IBS. ¬†I don’t have that as far as I know (maybe these labs will show otherwise) but since my gut, intestines, etc.¬†is so damn sensitive it really can’t hurt. ¬†And my anxiety has been pretty bad lately. ¬†Not panic attack bad, thankfully, but I could certainly be more chill.

She also tells me that losing around a pound a week on a 1600-1800 calorie a day diet is fine, and if I cut calories more I would have to do it under a doctor’s supervision and that I would want no part of it. ¬†So I guess if I want to drop pounds faster, I’m just going to have to do that much more at the gym and also make sure the content of my calories is as healthy as can be. ¬†No booze, less processed crap and more fruits and veggies. ¬†Sigh. ¬†Good thing I just gave up alcohol for Lent.

Thanks for reading through my overshare, friends. ¬†Hopefully I’ll be posting positive lab results in the next few days!