Monthly Archives: May 2015


So today I have been distracted preparing for tomorrow, my first craft sale of the season.  I decided that I would commit myself to one day a month to partake in the local farmer’s market, selling my handmade jewelry.  Even if I don’t sell anything, at least I get out of the house.  I know I can not partake every week, but I refuse to say I cannot partake at all.

So today I cooked extra at dinner so I would have food for tomorrow as well, but that went a little more well than I thought as I also now have more than enough for dinner tomorrow as well.  LOL..Oh well, its Cauliflower mock fried rice.  I could eat that anytime.

So I also have a quest protein bar, nuts, cooked chicken, powerade zero, water and diced watermelon to keep my throat parched…and some hidden sugar free cough drops in my cash box.

I know I will not eat everything, but just having the different options is good sometimes, plus the bactrim, the new antibiotic, that I am on and is working,  has a side effect of dropping my blood sugar, so yes I would rather be safe than sorry.  I don’t want to my first day be remembered as me the girl who passed out.

I am staying on track with this WOE(yes my carbs are still increased slightly a little higher as I am still on medication and my throat still scratchy, I need to accurate that watermelon but getting better by the days).  Plus I am getting out which is good for my mental and emotional health and my limited physical.

But I am excited, nervous, scared but plan on taking on the day, this challenge in stride, my crown may look crooked, but it shall never fall off my head.  I have this handled, thanks to Allah, He wills me the strength and courage.



I know many people in my life who are drug addicts, they have tried to stop using.  I have seen them withdrawing; sweats, chills, headaches, moody, fatigue, anxiety, etc…  I also know many people who look down upon those addicts and toss them aside saying well they make the choice, they choose to incorporate the drug into their life, that it is not a disease.

Carb flu is just our body withdrawaling from the addiction of sugar and high carb starches.

Withdrawaling from an addiction is not a wonderful experience, by far, withdrawal is pure misery. It is one of the hardest things in life any one person can face.  Whether you withdrawal from drugs or food, the symptoms pretty much are the same.  Why would anyone want to go through so much misery?  There comes a time in life, where your health and living has to be more important than the pleasure you get from ingesting such toxins, which in turn are slowly killing you.  Isn’t a few days of the blahs, worth a lifetime worth of good health.

Now with addicts relapse is common.  It doesn’t mean you should expect it cuz then it will happen if you expect it, I am saying if it happens don’t beat yourself up with the negative thoughts.  What happens is you feel so horrible that you want to give up the new way of eating(WOE)and go back to the junk to feel better. Just think of the misery is your body kicking out those harmful toxins, see it as the new way of eating(WOE) is indeed working for you.

Did you know there are ways to feel better but still stay on the new WOE track?

When you first begin experiencing the low carb flu,  drink some broth.  Increase your sodium just a tad helps the headaches.  Make sure you are drinking your recommended dose of water each day(8-12 glasses).  I had to take headache medication as well as sleeping more.  But whatever you do…DO NOT SKIP EATING.  I know you feel like poop, but still eat so that your body starts adjusting to the new eating habits. I also drank Powerade Zero alot during the flu phase. Don’t give up.

What other tips can you share with people starting who are experiencing the carb flu??


So here I sit, ready to type but not sure what to say.

First off, I am still fighting the sinus infection that I was prescribed antibiotics and prednisone for last week, however it has now travels further into my chest.  I woke up bright and early, well 8am as that is when the doctor’s office opened and called them.  I understand its the day after a holiday and they are probably busy.  I told them the problem, the antibiotics is not working and the congestion is in my chest.  I am asthmatic.  Now I am not sure how many other asthmatics are out there reading this, but when I have an asthma attack or chest congestion that can cause asthma attacks, I also get Panic attacks, nothing scares me more than having a difficult time breathing.  So for me asthma attacks and chest congestion go hand in hand with panic attacks.  Its the nature of my beast.

SO I call and I am told that my primary doctor is off for a few days, he had a sudden death in the family.  Tha’s sad but the nurse stated that she would ask the other doctor and get back to me.  I said ok, I said maybe you can just call in a new script and throat medication as my throw is so raw it hurts to swallow to say time of coming back in as I was just in last week.

I went to my scheduled neurology appointment as I was getting the finals of all my tests.  how did that go?  My appointment was at 10:30am, I arrived at 10:15 am and left at 2pm.

You know you fight for so long, in my case I was off work on disability 6/22/2012 and since then I have been fighting trying to find out what exactly is wrong.  Well now it 5/26/2015(we’ll yesterday was, but you get the jist).  I had so many doctors telling me, nope nothing is wrong with you,  tests after tests they would all just keep saying you just need to seek mental health services, that will cure your problems.  Well yesterday my full work of my Mobility disability in no particular order cause no one is worse than another; Degenerative Disk disorder, Tinnitus, Vertigo, disc herniations throughout the lower and upper back, scoliosis, I had a upper back fracture that had appeared to heal over, deep white matter in my brain that will be re-examined in 6 months. Neuropathy, Thoracic and Lumbar stenosis.  One of the disk is pinching on my spinal nerve and that is why the doctor is now referring me to a surgeon, it is compressed so bad that it is running out of space and surgery in her eyes is the last resort but sees that I have been in pain so long with this battle that it is now time for intervention Surgically.  I still have an appointment for Pain management with them, but all i can do is continue forward. She stated that physical therapy will be a constant in my life and can not guarantee me to return to a working job. The walker I was hoping to part with in the near future, I may need forever.

So I am overcome with emotions, I finally know what is happening, but am upset that no other doctor could see this, they ran tests after tests and they were quick to say nope, its all mental.  Its like you wait and pray for the day, but when it finally comes and you here that the prognosis may not be reversed as you had hoped, you kinda slump down.  I know that right now my Mobility issue is making it harder to lose weight, but I am afraid surgery will almost guarantee me to pack it back on.  Like right now I am lucky enough that I can move a tiny bit, you know enough not to gain, but not enough to lose.  Its a real fear for me.  But my team of doctors are doing their best to support me through this process and they understand my concerns.  But I will NOT, WILL NOT give up my way of eating.  As I know that will be certainly make my nightmares a reality.

Thank Allah for giving me the strength to keep fighting, I knew those other doctors were wrong.  I CAN NOT STRESS ENOUGH, WE LIVE IN OUR BODIES, WE KNOW THEM THE BEST.  IF YOU FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS WRONG YOU PURSUE AND HUNT AND PURSUE MORE UNTIL YOU GET THE ANSWERS THAT MAKE SENSE TO YOU.  I knew my Mobility disability was not caused by mental illness.  I knew something was terribly wrong.  The only thing is I have been blessed but yet cursed by my dad’s hereditary genes.  I have a high pain tolerance.  So when I finally feel pain, I already know it is advanced Quite bad.  For example, I did a March of Dimes 5-mile charity walk…I was having a minor foot pain.  Well, I did the walk and went to see the ydoctor I said I have a tiny foot discomfort and its now on fire.  The doctor did :-rays came back and says, “You onmy feel a small discomfort?”  I replied, “yeah like a pin poking, but now burning and its is swollen”  the doctor showed me the trays, “See this your foot bone, it is broken in half.”  shaking his head he could not believe that all I felt was a little discomfort.

So I come back from neurologists, I bought 3 watermelons…Yes 3.  Well my dad likes watermelon too, they were sale and it is the one thing right now that helps my throat.  yo as you can see in my picture, yesterday I did chop up a watermelon already.

So the doctor’s office never called me back about my infection, so I am beyond miserable with my throat and upset.  I love my doctor, but he is unavailable.  You can have the best doctor, but yet their associates and staff as not as good.  I will call them after lunchtime.  So her I am trying to figure out what I can and can’t eat.  I know for a fact NO DAIRY!!! I have an infection, consuming dairy will only produce excess mucus and that am what I am trying to get rid of, so why produce more.  So now no coffee, as I use heavy whipping cream, no butter, no milk, no cream, no yogurt which means no cereal(I use yogurt to make my cereal).  I made ranch dressing 2 days ago for my weekly salads and now I can not enjoy it as it has dairy, so no green salads.  I have to puree my meats to make them soft enough to swallow. I hard boiled an egg so I will make a whipped egg salad later.  I should drink broth, but the sodium intake raises my blood pressure too much. And the worse of the worse, no protein shakes…cuz it contains dairy….ARGH!!!!

I am continuing on my low carb way of eating, but have slightly lifted up my carb intake due to the fact that my carbs are mostly watermelon, but I needed to adjust as I need it for my throat. But this is just temporary.

I AM NOT GIVING UP!!!  Just cuz I have been going thorough a hard time, I will not let the situation control me, I am continuing to control the situation.  I may have to make temporary adjustments, but it is only temporary and not to be seen as a set back.


You crave chocolate, so you decide to try some sugar free chocolate.  You subtract the fiber and sugar alcohol so you celebrate as you can fit this into your day.

Woo-Hoo quickly turns to Oh-No.  The problem with sugar free candy is that it is made with sugar free sweetners.  Sugar free sweetners have a laxative effect and a nasty gassy side effect.

I learned this the hard way.  I had gone out shopping, running errands and was starving worse than Marvin, so I decided to get some Russell Stover sugar free peanut butter cups.  I enjoyed my portion. When I got home, I put away the groceries.  Noticing it was time for Zuhr, I performed wudu, as I was washing my face I heard a strange grumbling coming from my belly. Odd I thought, I just must be hungry, so I continued with my cleansing.  As I walked into my room for my prayer mat, my tummy began to cramp. I continued to roll out my mat.  As I bent over reciting Allah Hu Akabar, is when it started, the laxative effects of the candy.  I ran to the restroom after I was done I performed wudu once again, went back to my room only to hear the commotion of the candy coming from behind and a felt it rushing fast.  Again bathroom, then wudu.  This continued for the next hour until I was successfully able to finish the prayer.  Luckily, I was praying at home and was not at the Mosque.  I would have been more mortified.

So my lesson to teach, Beware of sugar free, not just candy but syrups, pops, etc.  They can cause gastrointestinal distress and embarrassing moments you may not want to share with others.

Now I am not going to ask anyone to share their embarrassing stories about their experience with sugar free, (but if you care to share you can).   The lessons we learn are used to teach others.


Sometimes you just need a day where you can laugh at the silliest things to get your mind out of disaster zone, hence the picture.

So we have this new puppy, which I have been taking out for its business and walking for its exercise..LOL its…the puppy is a girl.  So I have been taking her around the yard.  Well she is more comfortable with me, now though I know this is only temporary my dad is offended.  He thinks I am doing something to win her over, to follow me around or to whine when I go into the bathroom and shut the door.

So today my day yells at me that I am not allowed to feed the door or give her treats as he does not want an obese dog.  Background info, my mom was a over indulging pet owner when it came to treats, she wore a sweater and in the pockets were already lined with treats.  LOL My mom was also a hoarder and never threw away anything…she could recycle used facial tissue.

Well this is not the only time my da. Has been like this he flips out and automatically assumes that I am my mother.  That her behaviors and actions are mine.  I have had cats in the past that were healthy and thin, well except at the end when Grant got a tummy tumor.

So I am not allowed to talk to the dog when dad is around or feed her, as he wanted her to get used to him…but if that is what he wants then take her outside to do her business.  He again says today to me don’t give her an. Treats, I bought this tiny treats as It is not the size that matters just as long as they get a treat.  Again he then reinstated that he does not want an overweight dog.

I am so tired of him comparing me to my mom..My mom was a sick woman, I loved her to death but she was unhealthy and I have made so many changes in my life not to go down that same path.

However, when he is rude like that it is hard to shake off, and it is an instant trigger for my emotional overeating.  So yeah I fell off the ship…and as I swam I swallowed more than my fair share.  Funny thing is I had made low carb treats, I made macaroni cookies, Turkey bacon and flaxseed crackers, but I reached for my dads junk food.

And as if that isn’t enough to drive me Cray Cray, my dad tells me how he is feeding her 3 cups of food, which is 3x what the shelter told us they feed her and he told me he gave her potato chips…WHAT????  But you yelling at me you don’t want an obese dog.  And if the dog gets fat, I know he will accuse me of sneaking her treats.
ARGH…so I relapsed, it happens and all I can say is I am back on track as of now.  Why blow the rest of my day from one moment.

I am currently craving the carbs now but I am stronger at the moment to say NO!!!