An unfamiliar number showed up on the caller ID yesterday on our house phone. Skeptical, I answered it anyway. I'm not sure why we keep our home phone other than that number is on every form that I have ever filled out in the last twenty years. Most calls coming to that number are either a sales call or a robo call.
The recorded voice began their sales pitch about caring for the needs of the elderly. They went on to discuss preparations for burial. I thought to myself, 'they don't do very good research....I'm only 50'. Then it dawned on me, they did do their research......oh my gosh I am 50! They want me to prepare for MY FINAL EXPENSES!
It's a little crazy, I know. Or maybe, I'm a little crazy....I know that too. There are days that in my mind, I am still young. I hear myself saying that I am fifty years old and it shocks even me. Then there are days when my body feels that I must be close to one hundred long years old.
My body has been screaming at me to get healthy. You are probably entering the "too much information zone" but IBS is killing me. I had been thinking in crazy circles, swinging from maybe I'll give up diet coke to maybe I should call the doctor to 'oh my gosh, I probably have colon cancer. (It's not pretty, but it's my usual route of thinking.......I've survived a lot of imagined cancer scares, ya'll).
So, while I'm having my morning coffee with Splenda, worrying about the caffeine and artificial sweetener that I can't seem to quit consuming, this segment appears on the Today Show about WHOLE 30.
The woman who was talking about her experience with whole 30, named EVERY SINGLE SYMPTON that I was having. Then she mentioned that she had lost fifty pounds and was off of every single medicine. I was listening. But, it sounded a lot like one of those Paleo type diets and I am no hunter or gatherer.
Then, I thought about my aunt whose life ended far too soon because of colon cancer. I felt as if at fifty the bloating, if it continued, would send me into the maternity section of most stores just so that I could fit into something other than sweat pants. How embarrassing would that be? I'm getting calls about preparing for burial......I'm a little too far from the bringing new life in stage.
So, I got online and read about it. This program started by two nutritionist takes you off of several large groups of foods (dairy, legumes, sugar...yes, I consider it a food group) for thirty days. This gives your gut time to heal and then very slowly you start re-introducing the other groups one at a time to see which group gives you the most trouble.
Thirty days.....I asked my son for thirty days at rehab. Actually, he spent sixty. Why couldn't' I commit thirty days for the sake of my health? My Al-Anon began to kick in. I needed to take care of myself. So I headed to Barnes and Noble and bought the book and am now on Day 4.
Those writers really know their stuff. They tell you every possible negative thing to expect. They tell you to stay off the scale for the entire thirty days. They explain that it takes almost two weeks for the inflammation in your colon to subside which really helped me to realize that it would take time to see this through.
I'm feeling better. I still have some issues. But, each day seems a little better. They predicted that your tastes will adjust. And since I have had no sugar or sweetener of any kind in four days, I love the taste of water. How strange is that? I've always had to force water.
This has always been a big obstacle for me. But, I feel good and committed trying to commit thirty days to it. I also want to see my writing project through. It is another 'big ticket' item on my inventory that I need to see through despite my fears.
Yesterday at the jail, I showed the movie, "When Love is not Enough" to the inmates. It is the Lois Wilson story and it is a really good movie. I show it once a semester. Each time, I am able to hear more. I noticed when Lois was reading the twelve steps, near movie's end, that they are showing scenes of her service with the last three steps. This is also where she decides to go to Bedford Hills even without Bill because this is what it means to take care of herself.
It is in caring for yourself, that you are able to care for others. So that is exactly what I'm trying to do. I'm praying for Henry this morning.....and all of you.