Approaching Tuesday in the beautiful Green Mountain State. I ate chocolate soft serve ice cream and have a bad headache and cannot sleep. Sunday, I had to many corn tortilla chips and slept for 3 hours Sunday night. So, I was thinking (after the motrin kicked in and 32oz of water):
About a year and a half back I had what Dr.’s call a “severe psychotic break”. In the old days it was called a “nervous breakdown”. I was also told by the same Dr.’s I had Bipolar 1, and PTSD. I went for nights on end not sleeping more that 3 hours, I was prescribed 5 different antidepressants ‘till one “worked”. The last two prescriptions I was given eventually gave me severe rhinitis. It was like cement was poured into my sinus cavities and I could not close my mouth because I could not breathe. Then I was given one (my final prescription) that caused severe agitation and restlessness. It was horrible. I would cry because of it. When I told my psychiatrist she gave me another prescription to battle the severe agitation and restlessness. (I was taking another pill to make a pill work???) I began to think, “Mindy, this in not right!” So, I went from 180 lbs to 220 lbs. I did not want to go out in public, began binge eating and drinking laxative tea at night. As much as 6 bags a night. I seriously did not care. Oh, God Almighty, the Headaches!!!
So one day I started to walk, and another day I watched “Forks Over Knives”. My story continues and I watched “Plant Pure Nation”, “Engine 2”, “Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead”, and “Hungry for Change”. I began reading books by Dr. T Colin Campbell, Dr. Caldwell Esselstyn, and Dr. Greger. I started cooking again. Everything I could find from Jane, Rip and Ann Esselstyn. No meat, no dairy, no eggs. Lots of leafy green veggies, eating the rainbow everyday, rice, whole grains, exercise. Then wait a minute I’m in a size 12 again! The hairdresser actually had to thin my hair! (She normally asks if I need more volumizing products), my skin is clear and soft, I can breathe, I just kayaked 60 minutes against current in the Connecticut River! Oh yeah and I am starting to jog, not for like a mile or anything but my walks have occasional jogs (like phone pole to phone pole). Best of all, I’m off all medications and my cholesterol gets a gold star from my doctor and I’m HAPPY. I am happy, inside and out.
Just a long story to try to illustrate that the food I was eating was killing my mind, body and spirit. The chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles, corn chips and insomnia must be my guardian angel telling me I needed a kick in the butt reminder. To be grateful for my past and what it has given me today-a delicious gift of happiness. (Seriously better than ice cream)
So, now I’m going to listen to my dog and husband snore now.