How the heck are ya? Remember me? I used to blog at a little hole in the wall, Alma’s Days? Well, I went through a medical crisis after losing a bunch of weight (65 lbs!!) and during my recovery, I had a complete identity crisis and was searching for what “caused” my illness. I went through a laundry list of reasons and one of those, in my head, was my blog. So I got rid of it. I deleted everything about it. Crazy, huh? Well, my illness was a regular hiatal hernia that turned into a para-esophageal hiatal hernia. Fun stuff, I tell ya!
My grandma had been in and out of the hospital for a few weeks, I had some pretty major stuff going on, just life stress. On January 4th, I had a meal and was not able to keep it down. Nor the one after. This was a problem I’d had for a few months and I thought it was a gluten issue. I treated it by removing gluten from my diet. What is funny is, anytime I would eat something and have the issue, I could trace my meal to a possible gluten-laced ingredient. I was convinced this was my issue. Well, when I had the issue on January 4th, it never got better. As a matter of fact, it continually got worse. I held no food or drink down for 14 days. I finally called in sick to my job on January 18 and went to my mom. I just needed my mom because I knew subconciously that I couldn’t go another minute. Looking back, I have no idea how I went 14 days with no food or drink.
Well, she and Kevin convinced me that night to go to the ER. When I got there, they did a CT and decided I was being admitted. I think they still didn’t know the answer to the problem, but they new there was a problem. On Friday, I saw a surgeon I had seen a few years ago for a gastric sleeve consult. At that time, he refused to do my sleeve, as he said my hiatal hernia was too large and I could end up with a feeding tube for the rest of my life. When he came in Friday and told me I needed surgery, the same surgery he refused to do years ago, I did not want anything to do with it. He left and told me to think about it. Well, I didn’t think long at all before I realized no matter what, I wasn’t currently eating so even if I ended up with a feeding tube, I needed to live. Within just a few hours, I was on the operating table.
(pictures like this is what I recently found on my phone! Scary stuff!)
Fortunately, he was able to repair my stomach with no lasting damage and I have had nothing but the best recovery. It wasn’t an easy recovery. It was 6 of the hardest weeks of my life, as a matter of fact. But, for the first time in my life, I am “normal”. I can eat anything with no heartburn, no issues whatsoever. It is pretty amazing.
I had 2 amazing birthday cakes (this was the best because it was decorated by my nephew!)
Which is why I’m back here. Between January 4th, when I was able to eat my last meal, and about 2-3 weeks after surgery, I lost about 20-25 lbs, bringing my total weight loss to about 65 lbs. Since I’ve been back to work March 2nd, I’ve put on that 20-ish lbs plush 5 more. The 20-ish I can understand because that wasn’t “real” weight loss. I was consuming nothing. When I saw that last 5 creep back up, I knew it was time to buckle down.
I had stopped with the shakeology and was really scared to begin drinking it again because a part of me wondered if it contributed to my illness. I finally talked myself down from that crazy and brought Shakeology back into my life.
I have cleaned up my diet and hit the pavement. It is about to get crazy up in here!
I am exercising pain free, eating clean(er), drinking shakeology for breakfast and signing up for 1/2 marathons! Wait, WHAT???
Girls on the Run Orlando 2018 Princess SoleMates Registration
Yep. That happened. This blog is going to talk about my training, meal plan, weight loss on the way to all of this and life in general. I am so happy I can’t stand myself right now!
I have never run a race before. I have barely been able to walk pain free. This morning when I got back from my walk and realized there was zero discomfort, I nearly cried! tomorrow, I’m going to double my walk and see what happens. And when I complete my first race for a medal, I’m getting a tattoo. I have it picked out. I’ve wanted it for a while so I’m pretty excited about that!
I am linking up with Katie for a Marvelous in My Monday post, because, if you can’t tell, this Monday is pretty flipping fabulous!
Have you ever run a Disney Race?
Have you ever fund-raised for a race? Any advise?