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Showing posts with label therapy. Show all posts

I'm Getting Warmer

Posted by Aldie at 10:35 AM | 0 comments

OK. I'm taking an iodine supplement that I bought from Wellness Resources. I've noticed that I actually have a normal temperature now—98.6 degrees when it's supposed to be. According to some researchers, normal is about 97.6 degrees in the morning when you first wake up and then it goes to 98.6 degrees later in the day. Since I was about 30 years old, I haven't had a normal temperature. It has always been around 97.4 degrees. And I was always freezing, despite supposedly being optimally treated with thyroid medication.

Other things I've noticed since beginning the iodine supplement: I don't retain as much fluid, leg cramps have lessened, feel lighter and able to walk farther, skin feels less dry, and the hair is growing back on my legs—that one I'm not that happy about. I do not feel like I've lost any weight, and, in fact, I haven't. I guess I still have to do that one on my own.

I'll keep you update on my latest guinea pig trial. As  for the vitamin D one, I'm still taking it. I have noticed less belly fat—in fact I lost an inch. No overall weight loss though. (No matter what, you have to stop overeating. lol)

Also, I have an appointment set up with a therapist for April 4. I'll let you know how that experiment works.

Lap Band—the jury is still out.

So, that's it for today. Sorry my posts have been so sparse. (And, admittedly, my blog reading.) But, I'm working to get myself back into the groove—again. So, I'll see you soon. 

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It's OK to Ask for Help

Posted by Aldie at 6:53 AM | 0 comments

The path to wellness.
Yesterday, I went to a therapist to discuss compulsive overeating. We went over much of what I thought we'd go over, but what I didn't realize was how much it was going to affect me. She told me that we learn most of our coping behaviors before we turn nine years old. Whatever you did when you were a kid is what you continue to do now. I used to hide under my grandmother's kitchen table and eat ice cream. To this day, ice cream remains a trigger food for me—although I no longer hide under the table.

We talked about what it was like to grow up in an alcoholic home, my mother's compulsive eating, and how seeing that you drown or stuff down your problems is the way to cope. That much I knew. I did not know it was going to rouse up a bunch of feelings I thought I had successfully suppressed. So much for thinking.

Memories from the Corners of My Mind. . . .
The memories and feelings lingered into my dream world last night. I dreamt of having things stolen from me. I dreamt of people I hadn't seen in years. I dreamt of feeling used and abandoned. This morning, I feel odd.

I plan to continue therapy for a few weeks just to see where it goes. I don't want to be like I am any longer, and I need help to free myself from myself.

I am still going to the lap band seminar tomorrow. I want to explore all of my options. I need help, and I don't mind asking for it. 

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