Nothing Tastes Good.

It's been a long road, this whole health thing.  I've yet to commit to a 'diet' to lose the prednisone weight, because choosing the right way is critical due to liver issues and other issues.  One diet may help one thing, while yet another may hurt something else.  It's a struggle, and one that I wouldn't wish on anyone.

Shakeology is still my goal once I get a few GI issues under control, and sadly... I'm now lactose intolerant so have that to contend with.  Overall I understand where I am, where I'm heading, and where I need to be if I want to be healthy again.  Now, the cooperation I'm getting from T... or actually the lack thereof is yet another battle on top of the others.  What a freaking mess.

But nothing tastes good.  I've yet to find out what's up with that, but truly... nothing tastes good.  My appetite isn't in my 'stomach' anymore but in my whole body.  The only way I know I'm 'hungry' is when my body hurts and I'm dizzy, etc.  I really need answers to all of this to know where to begin.  If I were to just dive into 'dieting' I could do more harm than good.

On a higher note---I, for some reason, lost 19 pounds without trying.  Well.  I'll take it!  Still, getting to the bottom of things is key for me to make the commitment to eating a particular way in order to lose weight.  That's very important when it comes to the autoimmune hepatitis I deal with (in remission at this time, so that's good).  Losing weight too quickly also is very hard on the liver, so there's that.

My goal is to see my endocrinologist next Thursday for a follow-up after labs and see where I stand and what I do next.  Once I get the green flag I'll commit and hit the ground running---metaphorically speaking, of course.  I also need shoulder surgery for the torn rotator cuff that's making my life a living hell at the moment.  My Endo will also advise me on that based on labs so that I can have the surgery without a dangerous adrenal crash during surgery.  Once the shoulder is healed post-op then I can focus on exercise.  And trust me, most movement causes horrific pain, so I can't do much of anything at all at the moment.

Last but not least.... T needs to get out of my way and allow me to HEAL.  I've addressed this in my other blogs, but suffice it to say... he's not an ally in this journey.

Till next time....