Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Bursting Through the Titanium Floor




Captainsblog: Stardate: 63191.2 Okay so you have heard of the glass ceiling... right? I've been living for years... above the Titanium Floor. I have no recollection of when my weight was below 200, and there always seemed to be barriers keeping me from breaking through that ironclad barricade. It was like there was this whole other realm where other people existed... a realm whose borders where closed to me (had my passport expired?). Of course it had been in that realm at SOME point in my life, but I have no idea when that even was. I know that is has been at least 25 years. Today, I stepped on the scale and *dun, dun DUH!* I have burst through the titanium floor into the land of the 100-somethings! Holy Crap! Stamp my passport, I'm STAYIN'!





Thursday, September 10, 2009

Not the HAIR!


One side effect of bariatric surgery is a period of temporary hair loss,I knew this going in, but have been hoping it would not happen (okay some of you folks KNOW how I am about my hair... but not WHY... more on that in a bit).  The loss happens due to the trauma of major surgery and the rapid weight loss.  Basically your body freaks out and thinks is starving to death, so focuses on vital organs and processes, and not so much on providing nutrition to your hair. I did some looking and found a great article on this here.   

I have been noticing progressively more shedding lately.  Jen mentioned how my hair was thinner in spots.  Tonight when I brushed my hair out after washing there was a lot of hair in the brush. I always collect my hair, and take it outside, or put in a little muslin bag that I saved for this purpose, and take it out later... your hair contains everything about you... never send it to the landfill!

I know this is temporary, but it unsettles me a bit.  In 2000, I had VERY short hair, at that point I made the decision to stop cutting, stop coloring, stop perming and just let it grow as it will. I didn't want to restrict myself in that way [by cutting], wanted to stop polluting my hair with chemicals. This was not as a fashion choice, but a spiritual growth piece.  My Native heritage carries many teachings, here is some information about the spirituality of hair. 

Hair is the physical manifestation of our thoughts and an extension of ourselves. So pure and sacred are the thoughts of Our Mother, the Earth, that her hair grows long and fragrant. Sweetgrass, one of the 4 sacred medicines to Native American people... represents the hair of Mother Earth.  On the Medicine Wheel Sweetgrass sits in the North, the place of consciousness. The cutting of hair by oppressors has long represented the submission and defeat of a People, through humiliation.  This occurred in the Indian Boarding Schools when the white culture was intent on "killing the Indian, to save the [person]."

I know that this is not a crisis of global proportions, but it will be another growth piece for me... literally and figuratively. So I'll give my hair all of the nutritional support that I can, my nutrient levels are all right where they need to be... and I'll baby my hair through this time of change.  One thing is for certain... come spring there will be many a bird's nest on our farm... built and fortified by that which I am now losing.  So yeah.. Mno Ganuh (sp???) "It's All good."


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Numbers Are In...


One of my major contributing factors to having the surgery was that my cholesterol was out of control. I still need to get HDL up... but here are the numbers. I'm so EXCITED!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Side-by-Side Comparison

Jen suggested I post a side-by-side comparison, good idea! the difference is striking, even to me when viewed that way.

It's Not Just a Cookie...


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Dontcha just love birthdays? Here at the office, when one of our co-workers has a birthday, we sing and celebrate and people bring in food for all to share. This is a nice thing... a GOOD thing that we celebrate each other like that. I LOVE sweets... or I used to. Now when there are all manner of carbolicious treats around, it is not unusual for people to offer me a cookie lets say... and when I decline, I might hear, Oh it's just one cookie. But for me... it's NOT just a cookie. Granted I love the IDEA of a cookie, cause it is sweet and undoutedly tastes good. BUT, for me, that cookie also represents the past... past habits of mind, and past behaviors that led me to being so overweight and unhealthy. That cookie has baggage! So when I say "no thanks" to things that I would have snarfed without a thought in the past, that's a little personal victory to me, a re-commitment to the changes I have made and continue to make. It's a celebration that I am in control. I'm no longer living to eat, just eating to live.. as it should be.