Before I share the who, what, and where, first let me tell you about the why.
*Because I'm so tired that I think about naptime before I get out of bed in the morning.
*Because my hair is falling out without any help from my children.
*Because my joints ache just thinking about going for a walk.
*Because I'm cold all the time, except for the occasional hot flashes~which I welcome.
*Because I've had some depression that goes beyond my failed attempts at making pumpkin soup.
*Because I have heart palpitations, even when my Mister is not standing in front of me.
*Because my brain is fuzzier than a politician's math skills.
*Because I've gained 20 pounds that cannot be attributed to Reeses or Starbucks. (There's another 30 that is all theirs.)
While I'm still waiting for the biopsy that is set to take place next week, all signs are pointing to hypothyroidism. Specifically an auto-immune disease known as Hashimoto's disease. I've been told that I'll probably be prescribed a synthetic thyroid hormone, with lots of follow-up blood tests to check levels.
This does not sit well with me. First, because this feels like putting a band-aid on an arm when the boo-boo is on the leg. Second, I can't even remember to floss everyday. Third, I'm a rebel at heart.
My thyroid isn't the problem. Something in my body is causing my cells to attack my little old thyroid who has just been minding its own business. After doing a little research, it's starting to look like gluten may be a major contributor to auto-immune diseases, like Hashimoto's. I've experimented with going gluten-free before, but it hasn't lasted long because there really wasn't a need to do so.
I'm rebellious, but also a creature of habit. A creature that likes bread.
Have I mentioned that I don't like change?
So what does that look like for my family? Well, tonight we had a Baked Ziti with Meatballs, and a Pear & Pecan Salad with Cranberry Dressing. The pasta was brown rice, the meatballs were from our grass-fed beef, and the croutons were left in the pantry. (At least while I was dishing up my plate!) I will still be baking sourdough bread for my family, but I will just have to put on my big girl panties and let the scent of the bread be enough.
And because I've had my share of that same bread, big girl panties are all that I've got. (Too much info?)
I won't be replacing flour with sugar, and my latte addiction has ended. The withdrawals are another story...
And in the morning, I will drag myself out of bed, pull on my well-worn sweatpants, grab my 1 cup of organic Sumatra, and head out the door.
For a walk that may require one end of a rope tied at my waist, the other end to the bumper of a Ford truck, and my Mister behind the wheel.
One way or another, it's time for a change.