Jul 12 2007

Guts, Not Glory

Yes, I went to the doctor yesterday. Yes, I was made to feel like a bit of an ass ( no pun intended, seriously). Yes, I still came away with some of the things I wanted.

No, I still do not have a clear answer.

She told me (in her adorable, lispy, Russian accent) that there is a flurry of diagnoses for intestinal yeast infections right now, and that she seriously doubts each one. Just as doctors did a few years ago with IBS, they are now diagnosing anyone with this wide range of complaints with a yeast. Basically, it’s a fad. An illness fad. And I jumped right on. YEE-HAW! So that’s why I feel kinda dumb.

However, I’m not above doing just about anything to feel better. I’m sure that’s why other people have jumped on, too; because it sucks feeling this way and we feel like there must be some explanation and cure out there if we could only just get the right diagnosis.

So I will go through the “treatment” for the yeast, mostly because it absolutely won’t hurt me. It consists of taking live pro-biotics, capsules of fish-oil, and a change/modification of diet. I have to cut way down on sugars, gluten, whole grains, dairy, and carbs. I have to increase my veggies and keep my protein and good fat levels about where they are. I have to continue to improve my water intake.

Basically, I eat really well and take some totally harmless junk for my gut. Then wait and see how I feel.

And if I happen to lose 10 pounds while I’m at it, so be it.

I can do that.

(Almost total aside- did you know that they are now connecting milk allergies (which more people have than realize it) to osteoporosis? It seems that the calcium grabs important minerals from the bones on it’s way through and strips them, doing more damage than good. As a non milk drinker (read MILK HATER TO THE MAXXX), I find this very validating. As the mother of a milk LOOOOOOVER, I am concerned.)

Jul 09 2007


I’m also very scared today. I’m supposed to do a solo at dance class tomorrow and I have no idea what I’m going to do. I haven’t even gotten to practice faking it. I also haven’t finished my costume. I feel like playing sick and not going to class, but that makes me feel like an even bigger loser.


Jul 09 2007


Several years ago, I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome. I have the more rare version where my body cannot eliminate, rather than the common version where it does too often. During my pregnancy, it was like I was almost cured. I hardly had any issues at all. It was wonderful. And it lasted until just recently.

I don’t know if this means that I’m finally back to normal, hormonally, from when I was pregnant, but I don’t like it. It robs me of energy, makes me uncomfortable all the time, and makes me feel sick constantly.

On the fourth, we went to a bbq. One of the guests there was eating very differently than the rest. When asked about it, she offered that she had been diagnosed with an intestinal yeast infection. When I looked up the symptoms, I was shocked to feel like I was reading about myself: bloating, cramping, intestinal pain, joint pain, stomach upset, fatigue, irritability, mood swings, depression, confusion, “fogginess”, difficulty concentrating, acid reflux, etc…

I will go to the doctor on Wednesday to try to determine if this might be the key to making me feel better. I feel like I have to try. There’s no cure or good treatment for IBS, so it’ll be a huge improvement if this is actually the cause. I’m hoping that it is.

The other good thing? With the extreme dietary restrictions, I will have to cut out most of my problem foods (the ones that I tend to binge on) and will probably lose the last 10 pounds to reach my goal weight. Feeling better AND looking hot? Awesome.

I hate writing about this stuff. I’m embarrassed about it. I feel really gross. But I do it because a lot more people suffer from this than know it, and maybe it will help you or someone you know. Consider this my public service announcement.

*******The More You Know…

Jul 05 2007

Keep these to myself?

I could never. I think you’d all kill me.

Cole loves to “garden.” I love to let him get dirty like a kid should, I just don’t like having to wash the RED clay out of his clothes (tip: it doesn’t fucking come out. Don’t bother.).


He seems cool with it.

Jul 05 2007

Fourth of July

My darling husband just walked in with a huge latte and a delicious, fresh muffin. I held out my hands and accepted these offerings to my goddess-ness with a purr. I gazed lovingly at the top on my cup of milky, caffeinated beverage, then looked up into his sweet eyes and shouted “Why are there lip marks on this lid?!”


Yesterday was a really nice break. I got to sleep in (thank you, John- you’re stacking up the points, baby!), then, after a leisurely morning, spent the afternoon under a huge table umbrella in my parent’s pool. It was necessary to survival.

Later that evening, we made our way over to a friend’s house for a bbq potluck and bocce. We didn’t so much play bocce, though, as sit around with cold drinks and shoot the breeze. It was fine with me- the toddler makes actual play near impossible, anyway. Last time he was out on the court moving balls every time I put him down.

We neither saw nor heard a single firecracker, which is really alright with me. Especially with the kind of drought/fire season it looks like we’re headed into now. I could do without my house burning down right now. (Total side note: a local man recently burned down his house because he was trying to get rid of a wasp’s nest with a can of pledge and a lighter. The can caught on fire, he dropped it to the ground, couldn’t put it out, and it caught fire to the dead grass which then spread the fire to the house, burning it to the ground and almost taking the neighboring house with it. If only the genius had burned off his testicles, too- then he would have had a shot at an honorable mention in the Darwin Awards.)

Today feels weird. After a Wednesday that felt like a Saturday, I expected a Sunday, but instead get Thursday which really makes it feel like Monday. I’m not complaining that I got a day to sit on my ass in the pool and get paid for it, I’m just saying that it’s thrown my internal clock for a loop.

But I just have to get through the rest of this day and tomorrow and I’ll have two days to get back on schedule. Yay for a weekend without much to do!!

How was your Fourth? Safe and fun, I hope?

Jul 03 2007

We went to a completely lovely wedding last Saturday. The groom was Green Apron Monkey over there in my link list. I’ve known him since kindergarten. I think of him like family. The bride was the woman he chose after ignoring years of us trying to set him up. He’s a very patient man.

The wedding was held at the groom’s family home. For weeks before, friends had been coming from all over to help out on the weekends to get their property in shape enough to have roughly 120 people descend in one evening. They worked long, hard, hot hours, which sounds like a lot more fun than it was, I’m sure. But it was done because of the true friendship and love that this family inspires.

CAUTION- Hot men gardening!

And it was SO worth it. The transformation was astounding. I didn’t get many pictures, but really- you shoulda seen it before!

And that was the day before the wedding- it even got better.

So, of course, a pedicure was more than well deserved.

I was going to get one too, the first of my life, actually, but they were too busy and I had to pick up Cole. That’s alright- these ladies deserved the treat more.

The ceremony was beautiful. John was the best man and Cole was the ring bearer. I took Cole to the back of the aisle so that he could walk down by himself. He started yelling “Dada! Dada!” before we even got there. He got half way down the aisle, saw his grandfather (Pop) and cousin sitting there, screamed “POP!,” and ran to where my dad was sitting. Dad got him turned around and back down the aisle toward John, but Cole only took a few steps in that direction before he leaned forward, shook his hand in his daddy’s direction, said “No no no,” and dove back into the seats with his Pop. Everybody was cracking up and it was a nice bit of comic relief.

Other than that, there weren’t any hitches to speak of that I was aware of. Apparently the sister of the bride had some sort of meltdown, but she was kind enough to wait until we had left before she collapsed. Gosh- SOOOOO sorry I missed that…

But before that, there was a lot of really good food (all made by family), funky white guy dancing, good and funny but non-embarrassing toasts, belly dancing, fire spinning, and a tipsy bride singing all the lyrics to “Gangster’s Paradise” whilst club dancing in her beautiful white dress. Good times.

Cole gets jiggy wit it… or something.

To my newlywed friends- I wish you all the happiness in the world. We’re always here for you.

Oh, and Saturday was also our 6th wedding anniversary. Go us! Love you, baby!!

Jul 02 2007

My kind of commandments.

I think that most people who know me or read this site realize that I am not religious. I do not believe in gods or that anyone is my savior. However, I do not want to give the impression that I don’t believe in anything or am lacking a “moral code” or some such thing.

I recently read the following in a post on another site, though I know that it did not originate from that person, either. This does not cover everything I live by, obviously, but I also can agree with and strive to live by each of the following:

First Commandment: Do not do to others what you would not want them to do to you.

Second Commandment: In all things, strive to cause no harm.

Third Commandment: Treat your fellow human beings, your fellow living things, and the world in general with love, honesty, faithfulness and respect.

Fourth Commandment: Do not overlook evil or shrink from administering justice, but always be ready to forgive wrongdoing freely admitted and honestly regretted.

Fifth Commandment: Live life with a sense of joy and wonder.

Sixth Commandment: Always seek to be learning something new.

Seventh Commandment: Test all things; always check your ideas against the facts, and be ready to discard even a cherished belief if it does not conform to them.

Eighth Commandment: Never seek to censor or cut yourself off from dissent; always respect the right of others to disagree with you.

Ninth Commandment: Form independent opinions on the basis of your own reason and experience; do not allow yourself to be led blindly by others.

Tenth Commandment: Question everything.