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The Sin-Eater #12: Lose It! Some More

By Susan on April 16, 2011 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , , , | No Comments

When I first saw my PCP, I was 161.1 lbs and miserable! I’d been used to camera, rigging and other outdoor work, and ate 3k calories per day easily for years, never ganing a pound. When I injured my back in 2008 and the fibro slowly took over a year later and I was more sedentary overall, I was unfortunately still eating the same # of calories I ate when I was active, and I ballooned right up, gaining close to 40 lbs in a year’s time. A year after I started my calorie counting plan (using the Lose It! app on my iPhone), I was at 145, and my last weigh-in (last night) was 124.5 lbs, which is where I wanted to be and where Lose It! calculated as an estimate for me should I stick with the plan. My doc was so shocked that I’d stuck with it for that long that he actually gave me a noticeable bow and a hearty handshake at the end of the appointment!

The second component to my health program — well after I started counting calories — was seeing a nutritionist. I had no energy for the longest time and I basically forced myself out of bed and to work w/ the aid of industrial strength stimulants, pain medication and stretching; all of the tears and frustration finally paid off 3 months into the program, and I’m about 50% better now. Both a Vitamin D test (through my PCP) and general allergy testing contributed to my better health; I still have quite a bit of pain, but my cognative abilities are gaining strength again and I actually feel like getting out of bed most days now, which is quite a change from the past 2 years.

I must take a moment to thank my father for showing me how to persevere in life (even if it was sometimes a terrible and negative experience; I learned nonetheless), and my mother for teaching me to have compassion for those who can’t. It’s not an easy path — curing one’s own ills — and it requires intense amounts of discipline and patience with shortcomings to get anywhere. If you are a person in the thick of healing from fibromyalgia or any other medical issue, please give yourself more time, especially if you’re close to being at the end of your rope. I had a lot of bad days over the course of the past 2 years, and some of those days I woke up wondering whether to shoot myself or go to work, completely emotionally divorced and simply trying to make a decision about a disorder I thought would take my life down the toilet one day at a time. At this point, I realize that it is going to take a while for me to heal — I might not ever do it completely — but with the right tools, I at least have a chance. So do you, but you might have to do a little work to figure out what your tools are.

 

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The Sin-Eater #11: Radical Mercy

By Susan on March 25, 2011 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia | Tags: , , | No Comments

Radical Mercy is a term I first learned from a friend and former employer of mine who runs a large arts organization I used to work for. The term was used partly as a show of solidarity and realization that mistakes exist and that we all make them, and it was also used as a means of removing from the job people who weren’t able to fit in with the crew for whatever reason (theft, excessive drunkenness on the job, or wrongheaded acts toward other employees and volunteers, for instance). Radical Mercy has reminded me again and again over the years just how far I’ve come, and how far I still have to go. It’s driven much of the wisdom I’ve learned — including changes in perspective — and it’s enabled me to become more patient with those I love and work with. Radical Mercy is an anxiety drug with few side-effects.

I’ve been away for a while as I worked through my medical issues, and I’m thrilled to say that my fibromyalgia — which has plagued my life for the past 2 years — is starting to wane. I’ve changed my diet, lost 30 pounds over the past year and 1/2, have hired a masseuse and nutritionist recommended by friends, and have slowly managed to get my life back in the face of some pretty incredible odds that, at times, seemed like they would knock me out of the game of life completely. I still have some work to do as I find my way out of the woods, but I’m able to work full time without wishing I were sleeping, sitting motionless in front of the TV (something I never did without another simultaneous activity until the fibro hit) or that I were simply nonexistent. I questioned how long I’d be able to take it long enough to realize I had to do my best to find a solution, and even though I was ferociously determined to hang on to my life at any cost, there were times when exhaustion took over and made me question everything. In the end, I decided to do whatever it took to make money to hire the kind of caregivers I really needed, and I also made the decision to become completely and utterly honest about my condition with those who are closest to me. I temporarily released the stiff-upper lip I’d always showed the world in an effort to be tough enough to be good enough, and I let others help me for a change.

Over the past few weeks I’ve remembered what it’s like to have to be patient with myself, to forgive myself for nearly working myself to death for so many years and (undoubtedly) sometimes being unkind to myself, and also to realize that without the work ethic that developed from the abuse I suffered when I was young that I might not have ever been able to solve the real world problems I’ve seen. There’s something to be said for pulling myself up by the bootstraps so many times, and though I hope to become more comfortable in life, I am grateful to what the difficulties of my life have brought me in terms of the successes I’m experiencing now.

Complexity — the wilds of the gray areas of life — can drive our desire to learn, to teach, to make better lives for ourselves and those around us, to stop making the same mistakes again and again and to forgive ourselves when we finally realize that we’ve sold ourselves short. It can help us to get over so much in life — really, to get on with our lives — and it’s yet another reason why life on Earth can, at times, truly be divine.

 

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The Sin-Eater # 10: Moving On…

By Susan on February 6, 2011 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , | No Comments

Last week I had quite a bad day — or rather, I had more than one — but since I’ve begun (in earnest, rather than in lip-service) the new, fancy nutrition program recommended by a client of mine, I’ve had some progress in both the mood and stamina, though the pain has continued marching on. The pain isn’t even the most of my problems; I find it possible to negotiate it as long as I have enough energy throughout the day to feel like (and actually) accomplish something every day that’s both worthwhile and can earn me the kind of money I need to earn to satisfy both my financial needs and my health needs simultaneously.

Granted that nothing is perfect, and sometimes my body can be annoyingly inconsistent, I am happy to report that over the last several days I’ve had more good days than bad as I trade my old diet (which had once again become pretty pedestrian due to how physically depressed I felt) for such treats as Himalania goji berries, TerrAmazon “nibs” with cocoa + Brazil Nuts + ground coffee in the mix, Kaia brand pumpkin seeds, Bio-K+ Probiotics, Fage Greek and Wallaby brand yogurts, Odwalla protein shakes (which, despite the sugar, are now a part of my diet that’s making me feel better), and finally, Tulsi Chai and Windor-brand coca tea (which, for me, has been a great replacement for most caffeinated beverages). I’ve also started with more organic meats and veggies, and today, rather than gobbling down a mountain of fries with my chicken nuggets, I asked the cook behind the counter to give me steamed vegetables instead.

I’m allowed one day a week to “slack” a bit on the diet, and that’s how I went about choosing the fried nuggets and steamed vegetables for my Sunday afternoon meal; I also had what I imagine will be the last of any high-fructose corn syrup drinks for a while, as they make my teeth feel sort of fonky, but I may spring for a Freddo if I have to spend many more hours working today. (I don’t like working on Sundays, but it’s the most prudent thing for my current work and medical schedule for the next few months.) According to my nutritionist, this kind of dieting (6 days on and one day off) is to keep me — wisely — from going absolutely crazy from abstinence, a factor that can make people blow their nutrition plans. as I’m in it for the long haul, I’m willing to treat one day a week as a “drunk all night” type day, one day a week that offers me the stamina to continue my path of self-control for the other 6 days. The last time I went on a diet, I counted calories by using my iPhone’s “LoseIt!” app and lost 30 lbs, which I’ve been able to keep off consistently. It lasted for about a year and 1/2 before I met my nutritionist, a woman who reversed many of her own fibromyalgia symptoms after a period of years.

My nutritionist is one of those rare people who saw/felt her bout with fibro coming and managed to beat it back with the stick of life; over the years I managed to do the same thing when fibro-like symptoms reared their hydra-like heads, but this latest bout with it nearly crushed me (it resulted from a back injury that kept me from exercising or doing much of anything useful for a while except work), and turning to pain, sleep, and wakefulness medication and therapies has been the only way I’ve been able to wrestle with this disorder effectively.

This time around, it has been here to stay, and the fact that I’m also dealing with some severe nerve pain in my right hip (it’s been here on and off for 2 decades) has made the problem ever more annoying, as my doctors have refused to look at my hip or tell me what might be wrong with it; the only treatment I ever had was a harrowing cortisol shot that made both the hip pain and my mood about 1,000 times worse; for a while, I couldn’t walk more than a block and 1/2 without severe pain, something that NEVER happened before I was shot full of cortical steroids by what looked to me to be a methed-up jackass in a lab coat (I think they fired that guy, but I’m not entirely sure). I’m not sure if it’s an insurance thing or what, but I’ve had to seek alternative therapies in order to heal whatever the mystery pain is. They usually work (as does the Dilaudid I’m now taking, hah hah).

The good news about Dilaudid is that it 1) works faster 2) contains no acetaminophen 3) is very tiny 4) works in totality for much longer periods of time, resulting in my taking far less medication overall and 5) doesn’t make me feel loopy, warm, or weird the way the vicodin did. Because of this last observation (#5) I’ve also been able to cut back on medication for wakefulness and tiredness; it’s as if my brain and body have a new lease on life that is slowly spreading to the rest of my work and play habits; I’m grateful for its existence, and it’s been a tremendous help where other doctors and drugs failed miserably. It gives me hope that my life will one day get completely back on track, pain and neuro bullshit be damned.

Cheers to all of you, and may you all find your own versions of healing for this terrible affliction. Blessed Be and take care.

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The Sin-Eater # 9: Pollyanna Calls Ralph on the Big White Phone

By Susan on February 1, 2011 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , , , | No Comments

Type in the word “fibromyalgia” and add the word “hopelessness”, “suicidal”, “frustration”, “relationships in the crapper”, “work in the shitter”, “I want my fucking life back” or “my case of the fuckits just won’t let up” and you’ll find a ton of entries.

Sure, I’ve done a lot to manage the condition so that I can still get off my ass, get to work, keep a life I fought hard to have only to see 1/2 of it shoot down the proverbial drain of life at an alarming speed while I fight the current to avoid having to resort to the final flush of barely sustainable disability payments before I either call it quits for good or find the magic bullet that either cures the illness or ends the kind of despair I find myself in during an increasing number of days. Believe me when I say I do everything I can — and I do mean EVERYTHING I CAN — to ignore the pain and pretend like an 8-to-10 hour workday, marriage and social life can be had in a healthy manner. Aside from paying off the remaining student loan payments I have, my medical bills (including nutritionist) are extremely high and the other things I have to do to manage the condition are costly inside and out. No one can really help me — I’m mostly on my own financially except from the odd work-advance — and sometimes it can be extremely draining.

I was entirely hopeful (when I was first diagnosed) that eventually I could beat the pain, sleeplessness and inability to stay awake back either completely or at least to where I could live normally; these days I have to pace myself in order to make sure everything gets done, and even that is often managed under some duress from stimulants, pain medication and just plain old determination, which I learned though 2 decades of near non-stop hard work to make seemingly impossible dreams come true. I still think all of the hard work I did to make myself into who I am now was worth it; I have something to show for my years on this planet that not many people in my situation have. However, the current bump in the road is truly a bunch of bullshit, and sometimes — try as I might — I just can’t ignore the fact that it pisses me off and that’s that. Years of hardship as a child built me with a really sturdy character that saw me through all kinds of terrible trauma, heartbreak and misery, but as an adult who followed the mantra of “follow your dreams” to success only to have it all fall apart right before my eyes as I was on the verge of making a break with the poverty (financial, spiritual and otherwise) of the past isn’t acceptable at all. I know I have to find a way to get my life back, but there are definitely times when I wonder if it’s even possible.

I’ve known a number of people who have killed themselves, and while it completely broke my heart every single time, and I’m not personally keen on the idea because I’ve survived so much bullshit just to get to this point, I can’t say that I’ve never ever ever thought about it, as I’d be more full of shit than a port-a-potty at Burning Man early Saturday morning of the event. I have a spouse who’s trying to hang on with me, a biological family who — while they aren’t financially or emotionally helpful — would still be heartbroken if I checked out early, and a family of friends who have offered tremendous emotional support and gratifying work until I was taken out of the game by the progression of an illness not even the medical community has a full grasp of. [Thankfully, I wasn't stupid enough to pop out kids before I got my own life settled; I'd really be up Crap Creek without a paddle if I'd listened to my hormones and my grandparents instead of my big, fat brain.] With all this in mind, something within me won’t let me ignore the downside as often as I’d like. I’m just plain exhausted by life at times, and I’m not entirely sure how to turn it all around again. I’d like to think that the sum of my life is more than just earning money for the sake of paying out money just so I can make it home and collapse; it’s just not worth it if that’s all there is, at least not to me, and aside from the debilitating nature of the fibro, there’s no reason for me to be such a recluse these days. It’s basically eaten up my life, and I have to fight or stay knocked out until the moment passes so I don’t make it worse.

It’s not that all good has been removed from my life; just this past year a screenplay I wrote won an Honorable Mention prize, and a film I associate produced won First Place at a film festival in So Cal. I managed both of these things while helping my spouse run his business, which is unrelated to mine but is helpful to him and puts me in touch with some great contacts in addition to making the difference in my salary as an artist. So, I’ve stayed working (for the most part, though a bit more carefully) but when it came time to shop my own work around and find an agent, or to even enjoy the perks that came with doing something right or well by traveling to events and networking, I’d be exhausted from all of the other shit I’d had to do to prepare for such things and would be put out of the game at just the wrong time. Maybe others of you — anyone who’s ever worked to make dreams come true with or without odds, and especially those who worked their asses off in college at the same time as or before they even managed to get to school or on that first big dream project — get where I’m coming from with my frustration. It’s not enough just to kick ass, take names and then turn it all around and do it 100 more times; now you’ve got a big, screaming, stupid and stupifying illness that wants to cry on your fucking shoulder, too. Aren’t you the lucky one?

For a long time, I’ve been the cheerleader to many people around me, but it just isn’t going to happen today, at least not in a way that doesn’t make me look like I’m totally, utterly full of shit. Today, wysiwyg. Sometimes Pollyanna gets to cuss a blue streak and puke in the bushes like everyone else.

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The Sin-Eater # 8: Worthwhile Sites

By Susan on October 30, 2010 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , | No Comments

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Topic: Health

Lately, I've been doing some research on the internet to find other people with fibromyalgia. I found a lot of garbage, but I also located some real gems, two of which I'd like to share with you today.

I found Esta's artist's website when I was up one night late due to pain and insomnia about a year ago. I was looking for inspiration, and her artwork provided me with a wealth of dreamscapes into which I could escape from my misunderstood, pain-filled life.

About a month ago, I went to her site in search of a set of cards to mail to family and friends who had attended my wedding. I wanted to thank those who had come a long way to the ceremony, or who had gotten us a nice gift, and once again, Esta's site didn't disappoint. It was during this last visit that I ran across her "Fibromyalgia: Never Heard Of It?" link, and being curious — and also feeling a bit of dread for her — I clicked the link, which led to another website.

Esta's words are both harrowing and heartening, and like myself, she is working furiously to help both herself and others suffering from this disorder. She also hopes to educate friends, family and medical practicioners, and her site is full of testimonials, herbal wisdom, and links to others.

 

Another site I came across recently was for The National Fibromyalgia Association, which puts out a great magazine called Fibromyalgia AWARE. I just received a sample copy in the mail, and though the editing could occasionally use a boost, the information on the pages is good, solid, and smart, and I recommend it to anyone who has fibro or who knows someone who does. If you're seeking to understand it in bite-sized chunks, this is a good resource.

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The Sin-Eater #7: So your doctor doesn’t believe?

By Susan on August 30, 2010 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , | No Comments

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Now Playing: Basia Bulat
Topic: Health

Over the past several months, I've read accounts of doctors and laymen who do not "believe" in fibromyalgia. To that, I must retort that there are other things people haven't believed in over time, including:

1. The Earth is round

2. We have actually landed on the Moon

3. Elvis Presley is deceased

4. We didn't believe that black people — or any woman — should be able to vote  

5. We believed that women's wombs wandered their bodies, thus explaining supposedly irrational frustration with patriarchial forces (lol).

6. We believed epilepsy was caused by demonic possession! /eyeroll

7. People believed AIDS could be given to the population by sitting on a toilet seat or handling currency.

Remember 10, or even 5 years ago, back when it was thought that Chronic Fatigue was a figment of a sufferer's imagination? Shall we take the Wayback Machine to the time of bloodletting via leeches, Greek theorizing that women's wombs wandered their bodies, or to a time when many Americans believed human slavery was acceptible?

Just because a medical professional doesn't believe in something doesn't mean it isn't real. Like a once fine cheese that has been stuck at the back of the fridge for too long, old knowledge can eventually grow moldy and unusable. A bad doctor considers him or herself to be at the top of their field, while a good doctor is always learning, studying, and looking at the latest developments. A physician who is settled in his or her ways at the expense of your health care may not be a doctor you want to stick with, as such a person is most likely not open to new research.

However, I also believe that the entirety of the burden of your care should not be placed only upon your physician. As a patient, it is your responsibility to learn about your condition, especially in the event where you are confronted by a doctor or member of the medical establishment who doesn't "believe" in what you have. You need to educate yourself so you CAN educate your doctor, and if your doctor refuses to listen, you need to know how to search for someone better. With everything available to us via the internet, friends, and modern technology, there is no reason for you to suffer unnecessarily. The more you know about your options — and how to get around red tape and think outside the box — the faster you'll heal yourself.

Cheers, blessed be, and best of luck to you all!

 

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The Sin-Eater #6: 500 Miles

By Susan on February 6, 2010 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , | No Comments

 d’oh
Topic: Health

Oh, Ambien! I know you work for other people, but you made me sullen and depressed, and I didn't get anything done last week as a result of your powerful compound. You were a huge drag after the second day, and I know I lost some work because of you. With this in mind, I bid you adieu and accept a new suitor into my sleep life.

Temazepam: it sounds like marzipan (yum!), but I don't have high hopes. That said, I'm going to give it a try, as I may end up being pleasantly surprised. The benzos, MAOIs, SSRIs and triphasics usually make me nuts, but I've had some success with taking valium before major medical tests or surgeries, so I'm going to suppose I have a small amount of faith in temazepam's ability to improve the quality of my sleep, as it's supposed to be similar to valium, but stronger.

Typically, I switch to a different drug every few weeks or so, as I end up developing a tolerance and become groggy and grouchy rather than wide-awake and wonderful. In an effort to find one thing that works really well, I've done some experimenting, but most sleep drugs seem to have a similar effect: they work great for a couple of weeks, then I wake up one morning at 4:30, toss and turn for a few hours, and bitch and moan my way through the day. This is something I understandably want to put a stop to. As it stands, sleeping pills aren't supposed to be taken for more than a couple of weeks at a stretch in the first place, but with what I have, I end up on on them for 4-7 nights a week for months at a time.

In working to reverse some of the more odious effects of fibromyalgia and ES, I've dutifully done my exercises several times a week (excepting last week, when getting up was tough) and I enjoy them. I've changed my diet to include less sugar, white flour, wheat gluten and the other things I've been told to avoid. My diet, which is in its 9th week, seems to be working. I've dropped about 8 pounds since I started. I'm receiving insurance-approved acupuncture for intense sciatic nerve pain, and in general do all I can to watch my moods, energy levels, and the way I interact with the world. Still, depite all of this, I'm finding that while I am happier again, I'm also sometimes EXHAUSTED by it all, especially on a day when none of my solutions work and I feel as though I'm back at square one.

I did have a ray of hope recently, however, that removed a large part of my anger and overall frustration with having the disorder in the first place. I'm assuming a lot of different people read this blog from day to day — all kinds of creeds, sexes, and races — and I'm going to venture out on a limb here and suggest something that may help those who are either suffering from nebulous chronic pain or who know someone who is: guided meditation. To some of you, this may sound silly, or perhaps you've tried it to mixed effect, or perhaps you're a member of a religion whose members frown upon the practice. I'm currently working on a post specifically about these experiences, and will post them within the next few days, as I'm still collecting my thoughts on what happened, and how to explain it for the benefit of others no matter their religious preference, if any exists at all.

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The Sin-Eater #5: Progress!

By Susan on January 1, 2010 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , , | No Comments

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Topic: Health

While I am in as much pain as *ever*, I thought I'd take a moment and report a little progress to you all. After being on the Lose It! program for almost 2 months, I have lost 7 pounds! This averages out to be about 3/4 of a pound per week, which for me — or just about anyone out there who has ever tried to lose weight — is real progress.

I have gone from eating about 3,000 calories a day with no exercise to eating around 1,800 calories per day and exercising with the following regimen: a minimum of 30 minutes of walking and one 22 minute Classical Stretch program per day. That I have participated in a number of camp-outs this summer — including Burning Man and also a few events local to my area — has probably helped my weight loss, as the heat caused me to drink more fluids and eat less food than usual, but all-in-all, I know that it is also because I am eating better and am taking care of myself more. My medication — namely Provigil and vicodin — is also helping with this task, as I'm able to stay awake longer and get more done in my day. 

I've switched sleeping meds recently, and am now taking Ambien to help with the fact that I wake up some 15 times a night — ugh — and if that and the temazepam my doctor suggested doesn't help, my next stop is Xyrem. I had a sample of it some time ago and loved it, but in order to get this medication — which is supposed to help with both my fibro and my sleep disorder simultaneously — prescribed officially, I have to try other meds my insurance company has suggested first and see if they help. I'm hoping they can, as Xyrem is prohibitively expensive, but in the event that they don't, I'm happy to hear there's something out there that can give me a greater chance at freedom from illness.

I hope those of you out there suffering with similar disorders can find the help and peace you need, too!

[Currently reading: Trance-Portation by Diana L. Paxson]

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The Sin-Eater #4: When the pain is too much

By Susan on September 28, 2009 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , | No Comments

 on fire
Topic: Health

There are times in my life when I wake up at 4 or 5 in the morning, unable to sleep due to the immense amount of discomfort I am in. When this happens, I get myself out of bed, take a vicodin, put on my headphones (so as to not wake up my partner) and listen to a podcast on my iPhone until the pain subsides and I can go back to sleep until it's time to wake up and start my day.

Podcasts are easy to find on iTunes and other places around the internet. There is something for everyone out there under the sun, no matter your tastes. I listen to podcasts on meditation, on spirituality/religion, or else I find some good music. In particular, I love ambient music when I'm dealing with pain. It's minimal but interesting enough to engage my fractured attention, and the combination of hearing tunes or else learning something new is comforting. It takes my mind off of where I am in the present moment, and allows me to see the bigger picture in life. 

No matter what walk of life you are from, there is something out there on the net for you. iTunes alone has thousands of podcasts dedicated to conservatives, liberals, libertarians, Christians, Hindus, Pagans, Wiccans, Muslims, aspiring comedians and those wishing for a full and complete escape from everything for just a little while. Here's a brief listing of some of what I like. Most of these are easily found on iTunes, and all can be downloaded onto any mp3 player:

All*Star Guided Meditations, Ambient Music Blog, Ariel's Meditations, ATC Pagan Information Radio, Bitch Radio, Seal Press Podcast, The College Witch, Coyote Tales, Daily Power Nap and NapSounds (great for when you need to catch up on sleep during the day, but only have 20 minutes or so), Fibromyalgia Weekly, Goddess Roundtable, Irreligiosophy, From the Edge of the Circle, Lady Brain, Lamyka's Podcast, iPod Witch, Geek Witch, Grammar Girl, A Pagan in the Threshold, Redefining W.O.M.A.N., Sounds of Ambience, The Secrets in Plain Sight, The Wigglian Way, Moonshine, and Wynifryd's Meditation Room.

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The Sin Eater # 3: Lose It!

By Susan on August 17, 2009 | Category: The Sin Eater: My Life With Fibromyalgia,Touching An American Sky | Tags: , | No Comments

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Now Playing: Sheyrl Crow : Detours
Topic: Health

Hey all,

If you don't have health insurance and/or your weight loss/nutrition program isn't working, take a look at Lose It!, an iPhone app dedicated to helping people lose weight. Though its always better to have a medically supervised program, many people don't have that luxury and end up relying on fad diets that tell them to completely cut out essential parts of a balanced diet for the sake of losing weight, thus putting the user at risk of starting and quitting several diets over the course of their lives.

Lose It! isn't like this, and though eating a good diet is obviously much better than continuing down a destructive path, the program allows users to choose their own diet as long as it falls within the perimeter of a chosen calorie-to-weightloss expectation set up when you download the app. Lose It! Is all about portion control and exercise, and through using it, many reviewers of the application on iTunes seem to say the same thing: the program eventually becomes like a game. The more exercise you do, the more you are able eat, and Lose It! actively encourages physical activity of every kind, from walking around the house to sports such as badminton, aerobics, running and swimming. Additionally, it becomes impossible to eat one meal that packs a wallop: a 1,500 calorie breakfast that takes up most of my 1,726 calorie day is now out of the question, and I have to spread out the calories across the day so I can have enough energy througout the day. This both encourages portion control and also forces me to take stock of what I'm actually eating, which makes for a self-edited diet I can actually enjoy while still taking off the weight I gained when I first attempted to get a handle on my pain and subsequent weight gain.

For those of you who do not have an iPhone and cannot afford either a fancy phone or a medically recommended nutrition program, I recommend taking a look at  the various programs offered through Version Tracker or else on Amazon. You should be able to find a comparable diet and exercise program.

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