Mountains and Day 1 and Worms

Guys it's been so long that I totally forgot how to even find my blog, to write a new blog.

Anyway, I found it.

So remember when I had WW and stopped writing all together?  Yeah, he was kinda the straw that broke the camels back aka my body.  He didn't sleep for 22 months.  Which meant that I didn't sleep for 22 months and that mixed with life and lifestyle habits and stressors, and food that was poisonous to my body led me to a whopping case of hypothyroidism (possibly and most likely hashimotos) a delightful overgrowth of candida and a delicious batch of over aggressive parasites.  Not to sound like I'm cool and special or anything, like I'm the only one - 70% of the population has an overgrowth of candida and 90% of the population has awesome parasites.  Mine just all collided at once and started to attack my thyroid.

I went to the mds after a week of what felt like a hangover.  They took a lot of blood and clarified that my thyroid was dying and I was doomed to medication for the rest of my life.

I did some research and some talking, some webinar watching and more reading and decided that I wasn't going to take that as the final answer.  One person telling me that meds is the only way doesn't seem to fit my bill, and I decided to go see a Naturopathic dr.

(I should have been blogging this whole journey, because there are so many good stories to tell)(But I didn't - because I couldn't, because my body was a shell of a human)

Long story short - I'm on the Candida diet.  I cried much when this became a reality.  I literally went through a week of mourning food.  I mourned.  And was angry.  And cried, alot.  And I'm not a big food person.  I don't love food.  But I found out that I survived many mothering moments with food.  A glass of wine at night.  An ice cold vanilla coke mid afternoon.  Ridiculously creammmy mac and cheese for lunch (always homemade) The weekly Friday night take out dinner, mom doesn't have to cook meal.

All of that was taken from me with this new diet.  I needed to starve the overabundance of yeast in this old temple.  So, I'm allowed to eat non-starchy vegetables, chicken and beef, eggs, quinoa ..... yeah, that's about it.  A few things here and there:  some nuts, olive oil, avocado, Mmmmm and water.

So I'm doing that.  Yes, I've lost weight.  I had finally learned to love my extra, thank you WW, weight - and now it's gone.  So I'm back to learning to love my newold self.  The granny nips are hard to get over though ..

I'm taking a thousand supplements to boost and support and give strength to, and ease, and betterment, in Jesus name.

Anyway, now that my brain fog is S-L-O-W-L-Y lifting, (did I mention "slowly"?) I want to blog this mountain.

I said mountain because - In the very beginning, when it was so dark and bleak.  When I had no idea what was going on or what to do or who to see - I woke up one morning with the words, "greet the mountain with joy".  OBVIOUSLY I knew that it was God giving me these words.  But it really bothered me that he said "mountain".  Singular.  Why not mountainS?  Did I say "bothered"?  I meant pissed.

It took me a few weeks to realize that THIS, this awfulness that my body was giving, was the mountain.  God specifically told me to walk through the absolute worst part of my life thus far, with joy.

I would give myself a C-.

Oh, but the most important thing right now is that I'm on a parasitic cleanse.  I started today.  I am petrified of what is going to come out of my anus.  Somebody wrote about an inch long head with fangs that came out.  I am nervous.  Frightened.  Scared to death.  (say a prayer for me please)

Remember that time that I named my blog "Undignified Mutterings"?  Yup, I'm going to talk about poop for the next month.  And I can, because I already warned the world that I was going to say a bunch of undignified stuff.  Also, I can write my sentences anyway I want to.  In any which format punctuation order feels best.

It's kinda like that time that I was a kid growing up, and my mother made me put the clean silverware away perfectly perfect.  And she always said, "when you have your own house you can do it anyway you want to."  Well, every freaking time I have clean silverware to put away now, as a full grown 34 year old - I stick it to my mother and any other person who has to have neat silverware, and I throw, *ahem* dump the silverware into the drawer.  I can.  Because it's my own house.

On to day 1

I am a nervous wreck.  I feel tired, with a very low, light, slight, stomach ache. (Please be dying worms)  My poop was quite green in color.  No worms yet.

I'm nervous about getting the tea and the worm-killer pills all right at the proper time.  If I don't, severe nausea will ensue.  And the worms won't get the proper killer dosage.  And then I'm just wasting my time . . .

What's cooking for dinner you ask?
Rutabaga chipotle soup
Crockpot rotisserie chicken
Green beans

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Was this a mess of a first-back-at-it-post?
Yup.  I guess that pretty much sums me up right now.  An absolute mess.  Trying to do it with joy.

Takeaways:
1) ...blah ... there's so many, but I guess I'll give you this one:  try a new vegetable this week and say a prayer for me while you choke it down :)