It seems I have been doing it all wrong, and I can’t thank this lady enough for explaining it so thoroughly. Now I understand.
Tag: <span>diet</span>
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Almost forty years ago, in my first 30 minutes in the US, while taking the bus from the airport to the hotel, I met the most overweight person I have ever seen in my life.
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As many of you know, I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, and very recently, I had a new challenge thrown my way because that’s how life works. Don’t get too comfortable! Keep your seatbelt on at all times because life is a roller coaster ride.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips
Were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care
In hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.
The bright yellow turmeric drink “Golden Milk” is said to have healing effects and if you have a pain disease like me, or other health issues, you often find yourself desperately looking for magical potions or a miracle cure nobody else before you has thought of.
“What’s your weight now?” the nurse on the phone wanted to know, and I sighed. I was wondering what I had told them way back then when I still wanted to lose weight. I started chuckling a bit. It was early in the morning, way too early for any kind of lie -not even a very white one.
Seven weeks have passed since I started the chemo-drug Methotrexate. Sadly, my dose has increased, which seems to be normal -a fact they didn’t share with me at first. Once a week, I meet the Nightingales, that’s what I call them. A form of endearment, a tribute to Florence Nightingale and all the others who followed in her footsteps, and take care of us when we need them the most.
How can 20 harmless-looking pills have such an impact? How do they manage to put so much power into something so small? Listening to my body is not an easy task.
It was the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
My neighbor just signed up for Weight Watchers and she is excited the same way she always is when she finds help on her never-ending weight loss journey. “I was a chubby child, an overweight adult and now I am an overweight older Grandma,” she says and then she tells me about her heavy bones, and how she was doomed to be overweight her whole life. “It’s genetic!”