Recently I have been most noticeable, I think, by my absence.
The past few months have been quite a struggle.
In the late part of 2015 I was dealing with severe symptoms of sinusitis; such as I’ve never experienced before.
In my despair I sought out a new GP who practises alternative medicines and found myself a nutritionist at a university where my daughter attends.
The exorbitant cost of alternative therapies in Australia has always infuriated me, not because of the cost but because the Australian government refuses, in the main, to subsidise these therapies and, for the chronically ill, who have tried conventional medicine to no avail, are the least able to afford them.
But all that aside, if the GP practises alternative medicine, I am subsidised to some extent, even though I still end up paying over 50% of the fee myself.
The university offers consultations with nutritionist in training at a very small fee but the supplements usually end up costing three or four times the cost of the consultation.
Despite all that, progress has been made.
First the GP ordered tests; to discover that I had a parasite infection in the large intestine -Dientamoeba fragilis. (Treated with a course of antibiotics). So that taught me: A second opinion was worth it. I had seen her way back in 2003 and she was curious to know why, after so long, I was still suffering from IBS symptoms even though I had taken various steps to treat the condition.
Second the nutritionist recommended eliminating all dairy and gluten from the diet. Which I did, to amazing results. For the first time in decades I can state that I’m free from sinusitis and hay fever symptoms.
Thirdly, I have been struggling with weight gain for many years now, and while I may not look obese, or for that matter, even overweight, I know I am. I have the physique that fills out nicely, and doesn’t necessarily bulge, but for someone that weighed just on fifty kilograms after her third baby, it certainly feels like a burden to carry around half of that weight again.
Just cutting out the dairy, I believe, is a big factor in the weight loss I’ve experienced since late last year. Not a huge amount…six kilograms or so…but also changing what I eat generally has also helped.
I’ve increased the amount of protein at each meal by including more fish, quinoa, eggs and buckwheat into my diet, and saving my main carbohydrate meal for the evening. I’ve discovered chia puddings, almond milk (both which I make myself), coconut yogurt, seeds, and nuts.
My sugar intake has dropped dramatically and I haven’t had a cup of coffee (affogato – my downfall) for at least three months!
My next step in to up my regular exercise, at the moment I only do yoga once a week for around 60 minutes but my aim is to find a personal trainer willing to work with my resistance/weight bearing exercise from the aspect of someone who tires very easily.
My new GP gives me regular acupuncture and some alternative remedies and I continue my nutritionist’s consultations … I will endeavour a challenge at the end of the week, re-introducing dairy in the way of a 50g serve of hard cheese and note any reactions I may have.
In the meantime I'm fighting a dose of summer flu! I have been in bed since Sunday and missed out on a family lunch! Today I lay, languid, in bed writing these words. I’ve done my fair share of reading too, but I want to be up, enjoying the world and I’m cursing the person that has shared this unwanted bug with me (Mr Honey Pie!). (Well, perhaps I should be cursing the person who passed it on to him!)
In other news, I’m reading Geraldine Brooks People of The Book. I know one of my blog followers recommended this book to me, but I cannot remember who that may have been but I thank them for the recommendation.
The book spoke to me one hot afternoon, as I stood outside one of the two local used bookshops in Springwood, waiting for my Grand Daughter to meet me off her school bus. It sat in a pile of strategically placed books in the shop window. I restrained myself from going into the book shop and the next afternoon, the shop was closed early so the temptation was taken away for the week.
But the next time I was there, and had some time to spare before the bus’ arrival, I slipped in and handed over the twelve dollars for the book. I felt a bit rude as the book shop lady wanted to have an in-depth conversation with me and asked if I’d read any other of Geraldine Brooks’ books and I said ‘no’…only to discover, once I was home, that I had, because Brooks also wrote Years of Wonder.
Explaining that I was waiting for the bus, I had to slip out quickly. I’m a bit wary of the fact that the bus stop is right out the front of a used book shop…this is a new thing for both my Grand Daughter and I - meeting at the bus stop...and throwing a book shop into the mix is a dangerous thing, both for myself and my Grand Daughter, as we are both book fiends and avid readers.
