Jon’s been cooking this weekend.

Curried Cream of Broccoli Soup:

Verdict: Good. Made a ton. We’ll probably freeze some for future meals.

It went really well with a leftover grilled (cold) pork chop.

Sweet & Salty Fudge Bombs:

I requested a brownie and wound up with these. See the link above – they’re pecans, dates, vanilla, cocoa powder, salt & unsweetened coconut.

Verdict: I wouldn’t say better than a brownie, but highly recommended. I had to put them away to prevent eating them all in one swoop.

Quick Pressure Cooker Bone Broth:

He’s in prep mode for his colonoscopy tomorrow, so this has been it for him today.

Expect see those bottles of Miralax on top of the refrigerator?

He just started chugging them.

He’s not so happy about drinking “sugar water” – says it makes him feel awful – but Miralax mixed with Gatorade (plus two Dulcolax pills) is the preferred method of the gastro.

(I wear layers + an electric blanket. He wears a hat.)

So. Turns out the 8-5 thing is taking some time to get used to. I remember struggling with missing my routines and the monotony of a regular schedule when I quit working a regular full-time job and had to become accustomed to the ways of academia – but now I’m struggling to go back. I had no idea just how much I enjoyed the flexibility.

I’m sure it’ll be much easier to embrace once I’m not going to work in the dark AND coming home in the (mostly) dark.
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I’ve been largely unsuccessful with the 5am gym plan.

I’m averaging about 2-3 trips/week – but they’re happening at night and on the weekends.

I think I went to the gym once this past week (at night), met with my trainer once (at her house) and canceled plans to go one night because I was peopled out and just did NOT want to deal with a crowded gym. Took a walk instead.

I miss the regular walks we took in MI for so many reasons – so I have zero guilt about skipping the gym – and plan to continue this.

I still have some sort of hope that I’ll get into a regular morning habit, but I’m not going to stress too much about it if it doesn’t happen. I’m fitting exercise in as I become adjusted to a new life/schedule and I’m keeping it a priority vs. an afterthought – that’s all I really care about.

The boot? I quit wearing it. It was a total pain in the ass. My foot has progressively gotten better each week. The walk (above) was the first time I’d gone so far in regular shoes, but it was fine. I’ve done the stair stepper thing at the gym, too, without pain – so I’m over it.
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I realized today (as I scrolled through my prior entries to recall what I last posted) that I never came up with any sort of replacement reward for the 100 pound loss – and subsequently realized that I don’t really care.

It used to be SO important to me to meet this goal. Now? I’m not sure why I care so little about it.

I posted the announcement on facebook the day I felt excited about it, but had to do some follow-up.

The comments were all very kind and very supportive, but I started to feel like the conversation could veer toward Biggest Loser BS – like I was some pathetic person with zero self-esteem just because I was fat – but NOW! Now I should be able to see how wonderful I am!

One comment from an acquiantance from long ago – someone who doesn’t really know me at all – got me riled up pretty quickly. I had to carefully craft that response.

Which brings me to the Georgia kid shaming campaign bullshit.

I saw the billboards when we went to ATL for Thanksgiving. I saw them on the way down and was confused because I didn’t fully understand them – but didn’t say anything to Jon because I felt embarrassed (SHAMED) by what I assumed the message to be. I think it hit a little too close to home and brought up some emotion – so I did what I generally do when encountering something hurtful – I ignored it.

Jon mentioned it as we drove home and saw more billboards, though. He was confused, too, and didn’t fully understand the message – so asked me what I thought.

We were confused because WE COULDN’T FUCKING BELIEVE we were seeing CHILDREN being shamed on billboards.

Surely that wasn’t what we were seeing, right?

SURELY that sort of thing wouldn’t be happening.

(link above)

Strong 4 Life does include tips for healthier living on its site, but the main thrust of the campaign is still a horribly misguided focus on what a bummer it is to be fat. Shouldn’t we encourage our kids that being healthy is a positive thing on its own, and not just because “it’s hard to be a little girl” who’s fat? There’s absolutely nothing in a message like that other than the idea that girls are supposed to be “little.” It implies that the teasing young Tina now endures will melt away when she sheds a few pounds. Maybe. But change so you won’t get picked on? That’s a terrible philosophy, especially for the less ectomorphically inclined. Some kids will always be big, even if they’re perfectly healthy. As a Facebook commenter beautifully explained, “Just wanted you to know that you’re doing a horrible thing. Fat kids shouldn’t stop being fat because they get bullied. It’s the bullies that should be stopped.

I had actually planned to look it up/figure it out back when I saw the billboards – but got busy and forgot until I (very happily) started seeing the criticism show up in various places.

You can sign a petition to stop this campaign. I’ve also seen mention of an #ashamed twitter party/petition.

I am a mostly “normal” looking adult who felt embarrassed and shamed by the billboards. I can only imagine the true impact to the children who see this each day.

It’s ridiculous.
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Jon had his first 3-month follow-up with the oncologist yesterday. His CEA level dropped even more (from 3.0 to 1.3) – news we were very happy to receive. His scan was normal. Everything is perfectly fine – except the scan revealed some (totally normal) arthritis in (on?) his spine.

We were both pretty stressed all week waiting for this appointment – and will likely freak out every 3 months for a long time – but it went very well.

He’s having a follow-up colonoscopy on Monday d/t some residual minor pain issues. I might need a Xanax to handle the flashbacks as I sit in the waiting room – but that should be the worst part (for me!) since the CEA level indicates no tumor.

We went to a Healthy Living Expo last weekend where we were able to walk through a colon and look at the stages of cancer, etc. Interesting, but sort of strange.

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I’ve been eating the same stuff just about every day.

Seriously. This is my lunch every. single. day.

I make two smoothies each morning and take one to have w/lunch + we’ve been buying whole hams and cubing them for easy protein + I take an apple, handful of walnuts and 5 prunes.

We boil a dozen eggs each weekend, so breakfast = that + a smoothie every day.

Makes life easy.

Dinners have varied, but I haven’t been taking pictures because they’d mostly look like this since I eat in the dark:

Jon made this chicken cacciatore last weekend. Very good.

We had friends over for dinner, so he made rice for the non-paleo eating people, too. Plus I bought some bread – another rare treat these days.

… which I finished off with Jon’s homemade pesto.

I’ve been sticking with fruit + unsweetened yogurt + almond butter + melted 88% choc to handle sugar cravings.

Point is: things are pretty much the same.

It’s official. 100 pounds lost!

I would have never tried if I’d known that it would take 4 years and 16 days to achieve this – but I’m SO GLAD it happened this way.

It was incredibly naive of me to think that such a major life overhaul would (or should) take little time and effort. I think I’m almost more proud of the fact that I’ve made steady progress over the 4 years and haven’t had to work toward re-losing anything but extremely minor blips here and there.

About 6 weeks prior to starting:

Saturday:

Today’s a holiday for me, so I have a session with the trainer scheduled + I’ll probably go to the gym afterward. Seems like an appropriate way to spend my day.

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The weekend in Memphis went well.

I was a little nervous about eating since I still have fear that a stomach revolt will start up again – but I planned ahead and got all obnoxious and bought my own food and mostly did my own thing.

Breakfast started like this each day:

(carrot juice, spinach, frozen pineapple & mango, fresh strawberries)

Turned into this:

We went out just once (where I learned that pork might not be such a good idea anymore).

I tried to do the multiple small meal thing despite being very busy, so I ate some snacks that looked like this:

(unsweetened full-fat yogurt + strawberries + walnuts + melted 88% choc)

My dad had lunch at his house following the funeral.

(ham + steamed green beans + steamed asparagus + plain salad + cornbread dressing)

I was feeling adventurous, so I ate pie, too.

I drug everyone out to a park for a walk one morning.

And I made them do masks with me …

And I played with a bunch of dogs …

And I took my little brother on a date …

Point is: I tried very hard to manage a really hard weekend. To just be. To not rely on food AND to keep the stomach revolt under control.

It worked.
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(I’m so lucky.)

The good:

1) Jon received the results from the genetic testing. His cancer = a freak thing. I have been extremely stressed about this and thought I would feel immense relief at learning it’s not a genetic thing – AND I DO – but it’s a little unsettling to think my otherwise perfectly healthy and YOUNG husband who has no family history of colorectal (or much other, really) cancer just randomly grew a tumor. I need EXPLANATIONS.

2) I SO love my new job. I definitely made the right decision.

My only hesitation was the almost 2 hour per day round-trip commute (into a very rural community) – but it’s not so bad. I’m only two weeks in, but I wake up excited every morning – and the drive is simple/no traffic and quite scenic – and I appreciate the time to unwind and switch gears before being home each night – so no complaints yet.

I love working in community mtl hlth and feel very lucky to be working for an agency dedicated to the underserved. I found my people, for sure.

3) I’m eating again.

The bad:

1) Long drive to Memphis happening soon for my grandmother’s funeral.

2) It’s supposed to snow. Around here, that’s a big deal that could make me a very grumpy traveler.

The mixed:

1) I haven’t seen my youngest brother in over a year, but he flew up from FL for my grandmother’s funeral. Sad occasion – but I’m excited to see him.

He was a teenager when my mom and step-father moved to Key West, so he went with them. My mom came back to TN when my step-father died and recently moved back into her home of many years once renters moved, etc., but this kid (he’s 22 now) stayed down there in an apartment of his own, works full-time as a gov’t contractor and is taking classes at the community college with plans to transfer later when he’s tired of KW.

I hear tales of clubs and random debauchery … but I’m so impressed he doesn’t spend his days drunk on a beach because he SO could have gone that route. So proud.

2) I’m 1.5 pounds away from officially making it to 100 pounds.

On one hand – this is something I’m happy about, obv. While not the end of the road – and likely already achieved since 272 is just my highest recorded weight – it’s something I once thought would be impossible. It’s a big deal to me. A good thing.

On the other – I’m pulling the scale out before it has time to gather dust. I also felt a little twinge of disappointment the other day when I realized my stomach revolt might be over. That’s not a good thing. At all.
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Jon is hovering right around 198ish and told me the other day that he never thought he’d see the day that I’d weigh almost 25 pounds less than him. Realistically – I didn’t, either. We spent SO much time competing and/or weighing the same and/or listening to me complain about how easy it is for him – but I can’t remember now when I passed him up. Feels like it just happened.

I guess that’s a testament to how little emphasis I’ve put on my weight recently?
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A long time ago, I decided that I really wanted Vibram FiveFingers – so that became my 100 loss “reward” that I actually stuck to (meaning I didn’t buy them on a whim) – but I lost interest long ago.

I feel like I should do something to celebrate/reward the achievement, but I’m not really feeling all that interested in bothering. I might actually become one of those people who rewards weight loss with food – disobeying advice from everybody who thinks they know everything about weight loss.

This restaurant restriction resolution SUCKS.

So. 2012.

Not going so well.

I have a fear that this is becoming (or became – a long time ago) my place to bitch/whine/dump my BS – but so be it.

Here goes.
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My (paternal and only) grandmother died yesterday after becoming ill just before Christmas and spending almost 2 weeks in a medically induced coma.

I last saw her when we were in Memphis a few weeks ago and noticed that she didn’t look well, but had no idea she’d so rapidly decline. (Entered the hospital with pneumonia, a blood sugar spike to 540 – the primary concern, and uncontrollable seizures that never stopped.)

I’ve always had a very close relationship with my grandmother. She was a part of every major event of my life – and most of the minutia, too. I spent huge amounts of time at her house growing up. As an adult, I spent countless nights sitting at her kitchen table eating her unquestionably huge southern meals – and then sticking around to drink coffee into the night with my 24/7 coffee drinking insomniac grandfather.

She never really got past the grief associated with my grandfather’s death 6 years ago – something she mentioned almost every single week when I’d call. I sympathized. If I was closer to anyone else in my extended family – it was definitely him.

The family I knew as a child has been forever changed by their deaths, of course. Seems weird and a little unbelievable.

For various reasons, I chose not to be in town/at the hospital when she died – something that was planned since she had been artificially supported since just after entering the hospital.

I have a lifetime of great memories.

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The gastric emptying scan I had showed that my stomach empties too rapidly. At two hours, I had 19% of the food left in my stomach. “Normal” people generally have 30-60% left.

This situation (aka dumping syndrome – meaning food is being very quickly dumped to my small intestine without full digestion) is weird, because it’s mostly associated with gastric bypass surgery or other stomach surgeries – something I haven’t had. The doctor and I both anticipated that the opposite would be my problem – that we’d find my stomach emptying too slowly.

Also – he diagnosed Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

I don’t know.

I don’t have the classic symptoms – but I had already sort of google-diagnosed myself with the same.

Here’s the thing: I’ve had stomach issues my entire life. Stress, nervousness, etc.? Sick. Always.

Lately, though, I haven’t been able to eat just about at all. That 177 weight I posted last week? The beginning of a pretty rapid decline in ability to eat anything but pepto-bismol.

Today?

This is the first time – in my life – that it’s gotten so bad that I’ve actually stopped eating and have lost weight. In case I haven’t driven home this point: I like to eat. I can easily eat to and throughout stomach discomfort.

The doctor asked if I’ve been under new/more stress lately.

HA. HAHAHAHA. Uh, yeah.

He prescribed Elavil – an old-school anti-depressant that is often used for IBS that should also slow down my stomach and help with the rapid emptying.

I called and cried and asked them to work me in to discuss the scan earlier than planned after a particularly painful day, so he’s probably going to think I’m completely nuts – but I’ve decided not to take it. For now.

I want to try to manage the stress better + figure out an eating plan before I resort to a pill that’s just going to mask the pain.

I know this latest flare-up will get better in time. They always do. The emotional swings from the whole genetic testing + grandmother dying + brand new job circumstance I have going on right now won’t last forever.

The upside to all of this is that I’m just over 2 pounds away from officially losing 100 pounds. Yay, I guess – though NOT EATING is not exactly how I wanted to achieve this.

Also, I’ve become pretty accustomed to drinking unsweetened smoothies (nothing beyond fruit, anyway) since liquids have been easier to tolerate – and am finding that I actually really like them.

This morning = carrot juice, blueberries, baby food pears, spinach, a small cucumber and a yellow squash.

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The first week of 2012 went pretty well re: the good health goals despite the stomach BS.

We’re prepared for another week.

And I’m determined to get my shit under control to stop the stomach revolt.

I forgot to mention the exercise component of the good health goal yesterday – largely, I think, because nothing much is changing.

The only change: a new schedule.

The ongoing plan is to get up at 4:30am to make it to the gym by 5 so I can be back home by 6 and on the way to work by 7.

5 days a week because it’s just easier to get into a consistent routine.

This means, of course, that I’ll be in bed each night by 9.

Today is going well. Wasn’t so bad + the gym was empty.

(It snowed!)

I’ll be meeting with the trainer at night – probably once or twice a week as usual – starting next week.

I’m having a hard time mustering the energy to look back at 2011 and reflect and all that. It wasn’t the best year – but it could have been much worse. I have many reasons to be thankful.

We’ve had a great holiday season – but I’m ready for the new year.

I love the energy of new starts.

Jon and I created our list of 2012 life, house and financial goals yesterday and roughly planned out our year – something most people think we’re crazy to do – but we’re planners.

2012 is exciting because life is stable now that I’m done with school and am starting the new job (!) tomorrow. It’s a year (finally!) that is easily planned.

I love the monotony of routines, too.
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My #1 goal for 2012: good health.

I’ve taken care of just about everything medically – including going to a cardiologist and gastroenterologist to try to determine why I faint so frequently (most recent: the morning of Jon’s surgery – in the shower, just after I woke up).

I feel tremendous amounts of stress every time I deal with the appointments, but I am trying very hard to be even more proactive about my health than I’ve been in recent previous years.

Cholesterol = fantastic. Blood sugar levels = “nice and low.” Blood pressure = consistently low/normal. Everything else = normal.

One of my last steps in ensuring I’m aware of everything of concern: spent almost 5 (miserable/starving/dehydrated/uncaffeinated) hours at a hospital having a gastric emptying study the other day.

(They pricked my finger several times to check my blood sugar – something that semi-convinced me to finally buy a meter and do it at home because it was so interesting. I started the morning (after fasting all night, obv) at 77, jumped to 84 after eating the eggs + piece of toast they gave me at 10:30am and then dropped to 70 by almost 3pm when the scans were done.)

I spent so many years tearing up/seriously neglecting my body that I sometimes feel as if I have a lot to make up for and correct – so I’m glad I’m getting this stuff taken care of.

(Plus there’s Jon cancer diagnosis. Can’t deny that it scared the shit out of me.)
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Weight-wise, I have a rough goal and would like to make it to 160 (at least) – but I have zero intention of making myself crazy over it.

Never thought I’d see the day that I would find dust on (and under) my scale, but it happened when I pulled it out from under the bed yesterday to weigh so that I could update my bio page.

Also interesting? This is the lowest weight I’ve seen.

I knew I hadn’t gained weight based on my clothes, etc. but was sort of surprised to see such a low number since I’ve done zero hardcore cardio the past few weeks + the holidays (+ cancer + Ireland + job stress, etc.).

I am seemingly doing very well with intuitive eating. Would seem crazy to rock the boat, huh?

For the first time EVER, I’m starting a year with peace about food, exercise and my health.

It’s nice.

The bio update:

I started 2008 at 272.
I started 2009 at 216.
I started 2010 at 192.
I started 2011 at 182.
I started 2012 at 177.5.
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Food-wise, Jon and I are keeping on with our general way of doing things.

He eats a mostly paleo diet that he’s intending to be more strict about, but I am planning to continue to eat whatever he cooks + eat yogurt and fruit and white potatoes and whatever else feels ok to me. He really wants me to go full-on paleo with him – and almost had me talked into another 30 day trial – but I am just not willing to bring diet thinking of any kind into my life.

Not worth it.

One new thing we’re doing pretty consistently these days = smoothies for breakfast for easily added fruit/vegetables to accompany our protein (eggs).

I make mine with fruit …

… and have been adding baby food here and there out of laziness (and have sometimes added a little bit of leftover holiday OJ for added sweetness).

… and prefer mine to be very thick and chunky.

Jon’s are primarily vegetable based. This one = spinach, cucumber, blueberries, bok choy & mango.

Today’s = 1/2 an avocado, handful of cherry tomatoes, carrot, beet greens, arugula, watercress, (homemade) chicken stock

It was ok once I got past the appearance.

One other new thing Jon’s doing:

He didn’t really convince me to start drinking this stuff with his “pond water” description.
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The only food related goals we’ve created re: good health = limiting restaurants to 6x/mo (that’s a pretty radical decrease that feels reasonable) + carving out time each weekend to make sure we’re prepared for the upcoming week since lack of preparation is our #1 downfall.

We’re at least starting out on the right foot.

Jon’s out riding his bike this morning + we’re planning to take a walk later this afternoon. Otherwise? We’re spending the day doing nothing (except finishing up season 1 of Downton Abbey … how did we just discover this?). Great end to the year/start of a new one.

Jon and I have had the weekend we intended to have: quiet, simple and spent at home.

His mom arrived for a short overnight visit on Friday, so we had breakfast yesterday morning (Christmas Eve) at a new (to us) place that we’ve been intending to try: The Plaid Apron.

I chose gingerbread pancakes …

… but I ended up splitting them for half of an omelette (filled with butternut squash and other seasonal things).

… and tasted some of Jon’s, too.

Everyone left around lunchtime after eating leftover chili from the night before – but I waited and had a simpler lunch.

(Though didn’t pass up the leftover pie.)

We took a short walk after lunch because it was a really nice day + I wanted to get some sort of exercise. I tested an app (MayMyRun) that I might start using once my heel heals – since I’m setting some goals (aka jumping on the resolutions bandwagon) for 2012.

The boot is a total pain in the ass, but it’s definitely helpful. 3 mi isn’t doable at this point, but I can’t walk normally – at all – without it.

The rest of the night?

(The flowers = one reason I live in the South, btw.)

We started a Star Wars marathon while we ate dinner – and spent the night hanging out on the couch.

I’ve mentioned he’s spoiled, right?

Can’t leave out the other one. He’s pretty spoiled/cute, too. (We’re dog-sitting while my mom spends the holiday in Key West – where my youngest brother lives.)

This morning, I woke up to Christmas music + Jon rolling out dough for cinnamon rolls.

I almost never start the day this way – and he most assuredly doesn’t – but I question that every year when he makes these.

Another once a year breakfast/childhood memory (for me) thing:

We’ve had a quiet morning – just the two of us – hanging out, opening gifts, playing with our new stuff, eating, drinking, playing video games and continuing the Star Wars marathon.

Lunch will probably include more of the same. Tonight, though, is a Chinese feast + movie with his kids – something we started doing several years ago.

Perfect weekend. I hope the same for everyone reading.

Jon’s oncologist referred him to a genetic counselor – so we met with her yesterday.

I had been looking forward to it, but wasn’t really sure what to expect since neither of us have any experience doing this sort of thing. The verdict: extremely interesting – and painless. She gathered thorough family and medical history stuff, gave a quick lesson (with pictures!) on genes, DNA, etc. and then jumped into genetic syndromes associated with colon cancer.

I hadn’t thought about this sort of thing until today when she explained it, but cancer is generally considered sporadic, familial or hereditary.
Sporadic: occurs by chance; typically no relatives with the same type of cancer.
Familial: likely caused by a combo of genetic and environmental risk factors; no patten; risk is not clearly passed from parent to child, but one or more relatives usually have the same type of cancer.
Hereditary (maybe 5-10% of cases): an altered/broken gene is passed down from parent to child.

Jon has zero family history of colon (or related – uterine, stomach, kidney, etc.) cancer (that we’re aware of), so it would seem that his tumor was just a freak thing (sporadic) – but his situation is considered “early onset” – and potentially aggressive – indications that something hereditary might be going on.

Lynch Syndrome (aka Hereditary Nonpolyposis Colorectal Cancer) is the mostly likely culprit given his early onset and lack of polyps (hence the nonpolyposis part – he had just one small polyp in addition to his tumor as opposed to 100′s – which apparently happens) – IF there is a hereditary culprit. She ran the numbers in whatever software she uses and determined that he has something like a 7.8% chance of having a hereditary mutation. Sounds low, but it’s generally not that low when you compare to the rate of men his age who present with colon cancer.

The risk of colorectal cancer if carrying a mutation? 82%
The general population risk? 2%

If Jon has a mutation, his kids and parents have a 50% chance of having the same mutation – and other relatives are obviously at risk.

So – we chose to go ahead with the initial phase of the testing (all of which is currently (meaning until Jan 1 – we have a high-deductible health plan/HSA that will be starting over) covered 100% by our insurance because of Jon’s risk – thankfully – because it could wind up in the $5k range). (We asked if someone – like me, for example – could come in and be tested for ALL genetic issues and were told that it would likely be $10k+ … and insurance plans won’t cover unless there is identified risk. Plus there are the emotional implications, etc.)

Should Jon have a mutation, we’ll have a lot to think about given the increased risk for other cancers. One option already presented? Removal of his entire colon.

We’ll have a lot to think about re: his (ages 17-23) kids, too. It was recommended that they all also undergo testing if he has a mutation, of course, given the 50% chance they carry the same. If they also carry a mutation? Colonoscopies (and other screenings) begin yearly at age 20. The counselor indicated that they generally don’t test kids younger than 18 since there’s no childhood risk – but that we’d have to assess emotional maturity – and let them decide, of course.

The implications, in general, are just … astounding … and heartbreaking.

We asked about future insurance coverage – one big issue we were concerned about for all involved – and learned about the 2009 Genetic Information Nondiscrimination Act (GINA) that protects from discrimination by health insurers and employers based on genetic information. HIPAA obv also helps. NOT protected – supplemental things like life insurance.

It’s a lot to absorb and think about.

Not knowing isn’t really an option … so we wait some more.

Edited to add: this is sort of a depressing thing, huh? Maybe I should stop with the cancer posts?

Instead of dwelling, catastrophizing and treating myself via google – my preferred method of action – I called the office that x-rayed my foot to find out the opinion of the radiologist + determine what I should do to follow-up.

It’s fractured. My heel.

The ortho clinic gave me a boot to wear – with a horseshoe cut-out thing inside so that I put no pressure directly on the fracture – until my appointment with a foot specialist in a couple of weeks.

Sounds like it’s not that big a deal as far as injuries go – just painful until it heals.

I’m feeling a little more optimistic today.

I would look ridiculous on a treadmill with this thing – and I can’t do the stair stepper – but I can at least ride the recumbent bike. And it will force me to do a bunch of stretching – which I should be doing anyway – since the ortho guy freaked me out with his insistence that I stretch the fascia or risk permanent … I don’t know … tightness?

This is not exactly the best thing that could’ve happened right as I’m trying very hard to manage a bunch of life stress without food/exercise BS creeping in – but I am steadfastly remaining dedicated to my one-meal-at-a-time thinking and am feeling ok (today) that I can keep this from tipping me either toward a free-for-all or toward crazy restriction.

Would be easy, though. Very easy. The thoughts are there.

On one hand – dang if this wouldn’t give me total permission to eat whatever and “start over” later when I can exercise (esp since the trainer is on vacation until Jan, too). OTO, no exercise (or simple walking) right now could mean a need to harshly restrict/count things to not gain weight, right?

Seriously. Would be SO EASY to go either way with the mental games.

Except I know better.

It’s still sometimes weird to me that I’ve been in both places and can so clearly see that I shouldn’t embrace either – but STILL have to beat the competing thoughts back. I know this stuff will probably be with me forever – and it’s getting easier to manage with every blip – it’s just a little disheartening that something as simple as a foot injury has the potential to throw me into a tailspin.

Anyway. I’m glad I’m aware. Bones heal. I will be fine.