Apr 11, 2018
Week 1 - Day 5 Apparently Gluten Free is the way to go when your body is attacking the immune system! Too many recipes, I’m going to have to cook them all!!
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Week 1 - Day 5 Apparently Gluten Free is the way to go when your body is attacking the immune system! Too many recipes, I’m going to have to cook them all!!
Week 1 - Day 4 When you want knowledge, you go out searching for answers. So far what a great book - not another diet but a plan, an eating plan!
Week 1 - Day 2
Today started with my first tablet of Eutroxsig 50mg. Now you have to wait for 30 minutes before eating - well breakfast felt like it was forever away! I think I’ll have it as soon as I wake up cause then I can have a shower, get dressed and make my breakfast. That would definitely chew up some time.
The weekend always goes so quickly... I love work cause there’s no emotions involved. Home makes me tired. Actually everything makes me tired. Sleeping makes me tired! It’s funny when you are finally diagnosed with something that a light bulb flicks on with your family.
I was talking to my dad, who I accidentally bumped into down the shops on Sunday. We sat down and had a coffee. The conversation started with “You must be happy that you have finally been diagnosed with something.” And the strange thing is that I am happy. I thought it was all in my head. I thought I was going crazy.
As I sat there with dad and spoke of the symptoms of Hashimoto, dad admitted that mum and himself felt bad. We laughed as he told me that he thought I was doing a midnight raid of the pantry. If only that was the case. Raiding the pantry for a snack at night would be so much easier to fix. So they had noticed that I wasn’t me. I wasn’t happy and healthy me. They Dr. Google’d Hashimoto and realised that it was “Hashimoto Melissa”.
My husband had also just ignored it thinking I had mental issues and I would benefit from sitting down with a paid professional to talk over my problems. My husband didn’t feel that he would be the right person because I would explain what was on my mind and jump from one thing to another. I would become an emotional reck.
The doctor told me on Saturday “it’s going to take 6 weeks before you see anything”. Well I’m impatient!! Hurry up....
Week 1 - Day 1
Yesterday should really be day 1 - that’s when I was diagnosed with Hashimoto. To me it finally meant I wasn’t going crazy. There was finally a name to why I was always feeling fatigued, unmotivated and all round horribly depressed.
On 29th July 2013, I broke my ankle and it wasn’t just any break. In the medical profession it’s a Holy Triology of a break. I dislocated the ankle and when self correcting it I broke the bone and snapped the ligament. It was a long road to repair, one I was feeling never had a finish line.
After breaking my ankle, I never was quite the same person and over a short amount of time (3 months) I put on 10kgs. Then a total of 15kgs... now 5 years on I had acrued an additional 20kgs. I know for some that look at me - especially the first appointment with my doctor - people tell me I look fine and that I shouldn’t worry about my weight. But deep down in that little dark spot, I hated myself for allowing myself to creep up from 58kg to 80kg.
Putting the weight on was one of my concerns but what really was getting me down was my training. Cause training and eating right should mean weight loss, yes? No! It was July 2016, my younger sister inspired me to train for a Half Ironman. The race consisted of a 1.9km Swim, 90km Bike ride and finishing with a 21.1km Run. WTF! Yes I decided that all that training would definitely help with weight loss. How misinformed about my body I was. No not a single kilogram was lost. Actually, this is when I put on 5kgs.
The event was in June 2017. The day came and I finished it. “Wow, that’s amazing” “Congratulations, I’m so proud of you” were the echoes of family and friends who knew what I had been through. But I wasn’t proud of myself. You know the feeling when you get up early before work, put your active gear on after dragging yourself out of bed just to go for a walk? Well that was the level of “proud” I felt for myself.
So today, and I’ll flashback in time throughout my posts, is the first day of learning about Hashimoto. Let the journey begin ....