Here I am, (not so) eagerly knocking on the door to 40.
In 5 days I will be 40.
A couple years ago, I remember thinking to this time in my life, and thinking, "I really would like to be at my goal weight for 40."
Being a little slow on the uptake, it took me until a couple weeks ago to make any progress toward that goal.
Wait, that's not entirely true. This time last year, I had lost 22 pounds, significantly changed my diet, and had about 20 pounds to go. Then, I fell off the gluten-free wagon, knee-deep into yummy fatty goodness. I had a hell of a time getting back on track.
And here I am. I am 189 pounds of lovable Lyme. Luscious Lyme. In fact, if I could only grow a foot taller, I would be at my idea weight.
Since my plans to get taller have stalled, I figure something had to give. So, I went back on my detox diet.
I'm almost three weeks in, and I have lost 9 pounds. Phew! It's possible!
And, I'm 3 weeks off my anti-depressants, and no one got stabbed. Not a single person. This is nothing short of a miracle, people. If you know me in Real Life, you know what an amazing feat this truly is.
And, I haven't been Psychotic-Swearing-Bitch each morning, for like, three days running. This has got to have set some records.
Here's the rest of my health crap---
I'm off antibiotics, until my vision returns to normal. We are 14 days in, folks, and I still get dizzy every time I change my view. So, driving, and scanning mirrors for traffic and shit? Not fun. I highly recommend NOT hanging out in crosswalks in the greater Sacramento area for a spell.
As soon as my eyes get better, I can go back on the drugs, but I will have to work harder on detoxing. This means that, I actually have to TRY to detox. Beyond drinking water a lot.
So, to achieve this, I am drinking lemon water, tangerine-mint water, taking Alka Seltzer Gold, and I am contemplating getting in a hot tub. Lyme HATES heat. So, hot tubs and infrared saunas should be my best friends. But, the heat makes my body ache. ACHE like a giant body headache. So, I avoid them. And, being peri-menopausal, I'm pretty toasty already, so my showers tend to be cold-ish. Unfortunately, it's time to ramp things up so that I can increase my core temp, killing these little curly motherfuckers faster. :::sigh:::
I have been somewhat fortunate, not herxing much. But, I am avoiding things likely to make me herx. I KNOW this is not right, that I have to do more detoxing, more frequently. That the more I kill the little bastards that have been wreaking havoc in my body the more I need to flush them out of me, which is where detoxing comes in. But also where herxing comes in. It's like the elaborate foot tattoo of the detox world-the better things are, the more shit hurts, the better you will be in the long-term. Makes no damned sense, but whatever.
I even worked this week! And not the usual, 'stop by, see everyone, make sure no one's completely pissed off at me or needs something desperate from me, so I can leave before I get sleepy' kind of work. I went in right after dropping Princess off, and stayed until 6ish, covering the phones, doing my usual stuff, dealing with paperwork and bills, and did all the cooking for 100 kids for 2 whole days. And the dishes, because our dishwasher is on the fritz. Then, I picked up Princess, because Sky King was off with Monkey Boy on an extended field trip, and so I was on my own. I did this for two full days, plus my usual stuff. All on the heals of a very busy weekend and first part of the week.
Here I am on Saturday. Things hurt. But, I'm out of bed before noon. This is the biggest boost in energy I have had since I can't even remember when. Now, I just have to make sure I don't overdo it so much that I go backwards.
UPDATE: I still have eye issues. So, Dr. Lyme is scrapping the Rifampin and Doxy (Yess!!! Not a fan of the staying out of the sun), and trying all new stuff. Including LDN (Low Dose Naltrexone), which is supposed to make my whole world wonderful, filled with infection-fighting bodies, and happy thoughts, and unicorns farting glitter, and less anxiety. I'm excited for it. He also added two new drugs (new, to me, anyways...). One is cefuroxime, which is a standard abx. The other is Levofloxicin, which has a website devoted to tendon problems. So, I guess that means no marathons in my future. Damn. Not.
And, I get the jump back on the rollercoaster of seeing what new side effects I get to deal with. But the point is, new drugs means potential getting better-er. Which I'm a huge fan of.