Monday, October 3, 2011

Not A Meat Eater (Warning: Long Post Ahead)

"Are you a vegan?" The friendly cashier asks JD who is wildly twisting and straining against the horrible grocery cart restraints, waving and saying "Bye! Bye! BYE!" (as he is prone to do in a very piercing and insistent manner as soon as we pull our cart up to the check out lane). Immediately upon being noticed by the very person whose attention he is so consumed with getting, JD transforms into his shy mode (ducking head, smiling mischievously while glancing up through fluttery eyelashes). I am only momentarily confused by the cashier's question, because I see that JD is wearing his cute little organic cotton t-shirt that says "Not A Meat Eater" across the front so I chuckle and reply simply that yes, we did eat a vegan diet for the first 7 months of the year, but we don't anymore... [The shirt (that I got from www.smallplum.com with a Groupon) (1) still fits and  (2) was clean, and since those are the two main only requirements when I am hastily selecting an article of clothing to wrestle onto my streaking 18 month old who prefers to stay naked (or at the very least make an adventure out of getting dressed) that's what he happened to be wearing in the grocery store check out lane that day in spite of the fact that we are no longer on the vegan diet.]



The truth is, the quest for health has taken us down a number of roads this year - veganism being only one of them. It all started out with a ski trip. That's right. In January, Jonathan packed up his snowboard, bought some new boots and took a well-deserved mini vacation to Winter Park, CO with several other guys for a weekend of fun (and, I secretly prayed, NO injuries - as he has been know to incur injuries in almost every sport including disc golf. Little did I know, he would end up spending most of his time snowmobiling instead of snowboarding. Yikes.). Upon his return (and after it was confirmed that he still had all of his limbs), he started telling me about the trip - one of the main points of the story ended up being the amount of MEAT that was consumed. Sausage and bacon for breakfast. Ham sandwiches for lunch. Steak for dinner. Etc. For three days. Also on this trip (in between bites of meat), Jonathan had a conversation with a guy who highly recommended The Engine 2 Diet by Rip Esselstyn (a professional triathlete turned firefighter here in Austin), saying that after completing the suggested 4 week jump start plan, he had lost quite a few pounds, lowered his cholesterol significantly, and noticed a big difference in his overall well being.
Now, usually, I am the one pushing the envelope when it comes to healthier eating, so it came as a bit of a shock to me to hear my husband asking me to buy this book so that we could read up on the diet and potentially make the switch to a vegan diet! I got the book, we both read it and really liked what it had to say. This was not the first book  I had read about the evils of the Western diet (The Omnivore's Dilemma, In Defense of Food, Detox for Women and The China Study to name a few) not to mention documentaries such as Food, Inc. and Forks over Knives. I  fully believe that you are what you eat (and what your meat eats...) so it was easy to take the plunge into veganism after being once again grossed out by the facts.
We both liked all of the food on the E2 diet (which eliminates all oils in addition to animal products) and things were "moving" along very nicely (pun intended!). We did not really miss meat, milk, cheese, or eggs at all. We were getting by just fine with tofu, tempeh, veggie burgers, almond, soy, coconut and rice milk, nutritional yeast, etc. Luckily Austin is highly conducive to this type of lifestyle. With Whole Foods and Central Market within walking distance and Sprouts a five minute drive away, we were set. We also found lots of yummy vegetarian and vegan restaurants.
A month or two into this very hip diet/lifestyle change, however, Jonathan began having headaches almost daily and even a few migraines. This continued for several weeks and as time went on he also started feeling completely fatigued in the middle of the day in addition to having pain in his lower abdomen that was at times moderate and at other times more severe. He was frequently achy and feverish and often sick with cold like symptoms. He began coming home in the middle of the day to take naps. When we used to spend the weekend going on "family adventures", Jonathan would often be too tired and/or sick. So I would try to spend as much time out of our small house with JD as possible so he could get some rest. As much as I hate to admit it, while I was genuinely concerned for Jonathan and his health, I was most concerned with the fact that I wasn't getting much time "off." I was becoming much less sympathetic (and I did not start out as very sympathetic person to begin with) towards all of these ailments as they began piling up and much more easily frustrated. Jonathan, of course, was extremely frustrated as well. He was not able to work as much as he needed to, he did not know why he was constantly feeling sick and tired. Some days he was just plain depressed and not much fun to be around and honestly, again, I thought mostly of myself. I know you feel bad but do you have to make JD and I feel bad too?  
During this time, I happened upon Paul's prayer for the Ephesians in chapter 1 that God would "make you intelligent and discerning in knowing Him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is He is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life He has for Christians. Oh, the utter extravagance of His work in us who trust in Him - endless energy, boundless strength!" It encouraged me to read these words and know that God intended a glorious way of life for us and wanted to give us endless energy and boundless strength. I prayed for those things. When I felt extra tired I remembered those verses and tried to "claim" them for myself. It helped at times. Sort of. Other times, I just wanted Jonathan to hurry up and get better so my life could get back to normal. And these feelings would make me even more upset because, of course, I realized how utterly ridiculous and selfish they were. I was blessed with an incredible husband and was feeling cheated b/c he wasn't able to help me as much as I had grown used to being helped. (I knew a few single moms who would probably be rolling their eyes at me for these petty complaints.) I wasn't even the one who was sick! (I have several close friends and relatives who have dealt with intense, debilitating pain on a daily basis while carrying on with life, jobs, kids, even athletic careers with less complaining than I was doing b/c my husband was sick!) JD and I had both remained very healthy, and yet at one point I had convinced myself (through a lengthy search of the Internet) that Jonathan had mono. I actually yelled at him as soon as he got home that day, saying "I had better not get it!" I was literally in a panic at the thought of trying to take care of JD on my own while dealing with mono. Wow.
Eventually, Jonathan went to the doctor who said he had an infection and gave him a round of antibiotics to take for 7 days. He felt better. For a little while. When the antibiotics were finished, he quickly started going downhill again. One night, he woke up around 230 am feeling feverish and having intense abdominal pain. He went to the emergency room. The doctor there once again diagnosed an infection and gave him a round of 10 day antibiotics. These seemed to help for a few days but even before he was done taking them he began to feel the symptoms returning and worsening. He went back to the doctor who finally gave him the 20 day round of antibiotics. But the symptoms remained. We were not sure what to do. Now I really started wondering What is wrong with my husband!? A friend of Jonathan's had recommended a holistic doctor who had helped both him and his wife with ongoing issues when no other doctors had been able to. During one of his prayer times, Jonathan felt led to make an appointment with this doctor in spite of the fact that he doesn't take insurance.
Over the course of several weeks and many comprehensive tests later, we learned that Jonathan has high levels of toxic metals in his blood (lead being one, I don't remember the others), is deficient in vitamins K and D, has a significant hormonal imbalance, is highly gluten intolerant, has developed allergic reactions to many foods (including garlic, potatoes, tomatoes, and shellfish to name a few), and has a candida infection (quite possibly made much worse by the 3 rounds of antibiotics he took). He is now taking multiple vitamin supplements, a comprehensive all natural wellness formula, having chelation treatments once a week, applying hormone creams twice daily, and cutting all gluten, sugar, soy, dairy (and several other things I don't even remember) out of his diet. Finally, we had some answers. And finally he started  to feel better on a consistent basis. We were thrilled with this new doctor (and more than a little disgusted with the previous three traditional doctors who had been focusing on all the wrong things, even making the situation worse!)  Needless to say, it is pretty hard to be a vegan without eating soy products (and really, when we started thinking about it, we would rather just eat whole foods than all that processed soy anyway - tofu, tempeh, soyrizo, veggie sausage and veggie burgers which are really just soy) and so our vegan days are behind us, probably for good. Our meals right now consist mainly of some combination of meat (usually chicken, turkey or fish), beans, veggies, and rice, quinoa, millet, or corn grits... Eventually, Jonathan will be able to add sugar and some other things like garlic, tomatoes, and potatoes back in (thank goodness! I hardly know how to cook without garlic!)
All of this has been challenging in many ways. Just last night I was on the verge (okay, I had passed the verge) of tears because I could not think of anything to fix Jonathan for supper and when I came out of JD's room after putting him down for the night, Jonathan was fixing his own supper. The kitchen has always been my domain, one of the areas  in which I feel very confident and able to contribute and provide for my little family. I enjoy cooking healthy meals. I felt so helpless, like I was letting Jonathan down, not being a supportive wife. Of course, this is not at all how Jonathan felt and even admitted to enjoying coming up with some of his own creations in the kitchen (last night it ended up being some sort of ground turkey, black-eyed peas and grits combination - I didn't try it...). So, I got over my feelings of ineptness at least for  the night.
I'd like to say that there is a nice clean way to tie all of this together and end the story like "Jonathan is all better and I have learned how to be a better, more selfless wife." But that's not really the case. For Jonathan's part he is starting to get better- he's having more good days than bad now. For my part, I recently read back over the verses in Ephesians that had encouraged me several months ago, (the ones I had wanted to "claim" for myself when I was feeling depleted of energy) but this time I put the emphasis on the other parts of the passage:  "I ask God to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing Him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is He is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life He has for Christians. Oh, the utter extravagance of His work in us who trust in Him - endless energy, boundless strength!" Maybe the reason that it didn't really "do the trick" for me was that I had been reading it wrong. Maybe (like those traditional doctors) I was focusing on the wrong things.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A to Z

After my first post (on which I finally hit "publish" in a bleary-eyed state sometime after midnight on Saturday night) I got some very nice comments on the blog, on facebook, and in person. Which was great. At first. And then it kind of started adding to this weird pressure I've been putting on myself to become "a blogger" because I was being completely honest when I said that I didn't really know what I was going to blog about. So, it was actually a tiny bit scary when I woke up the next morning and realized that now I actually have to start blogging... Also, I have to admit that I was pretty pleased with my first post  and have been putting off writing a second one because I didn't want it to be anticlimactic. But at the same time I want to be consistent and keep up a regular routine of posting every other day or so, so I knew I needed to think of something fast (all this after declaring that I was not the introspective, self-analytical type of course). Sigh. And then last night I received this email from my brother James who is a self-proclaimed blog hater (and has also been known to make use of sarcasm from time to time).

"very interesting... so you are writing a blog about writing a blog.... ha ha!

so confusing! please keep posting... I am eagerly anticipating... in fact, I am thinking about writing a blog that is all about reading your blog!

ok, jk, jk, I think it is good... "
 
After I got done laughing about that, I realized that perhaps I am taking this a mite too seriously. So without further ado, here's a fun little game I stole from my cousin, Ashley's, blog which I love and read all the time but never comment on (sorry...). It probably won't be the last idea I steal from her either (hint: giveaways!).
 
Anne's A to Z:
 
A: Age- Just turned 31
B: Bed size- upgraded to a Queen after breaking the full size in our first month of marriage...
C: Chore you hate - Anything laundry related - sorting, switching over from washer to dryer, FOLDING, IRONING (thankfully my hubby went to military school and does his own ironing and sometimes mine-don't hate)
D: Dogs - I could (and will) do a whole post about this animal...
 

E: Essential start to your day - Coffee, of course. 
F: Favorite color -  black, white, moss green, blue, grey, brown  (never really had just one favorite color)
G: Gold or silver - both
H: Height - 5'10" I swear! Everyone thinks it's more, but I have measured many times!
I: Instruments you play - sadly, none
J: Job title - "mama!"


K: Kids - (see above)
L: Live - Only in the coolest city ever Austin, TX
M: Mother's name - Sharon
N: Nicknames - Used to be called "Annie" but now I don't think I have one
O: Overnight hospital stays - once, when I had my sweet baby 


P: Pet peeves - There's a reason it's called a "pet" peeve
Q: Quote -  "We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us." - Joseph Campbell
R: Right/ left handed - Right
S: Siblings - James Daniel Wingo



T: Time you woke up - 5:24am, made it to the gym for a spin class before the boys woke up
U: Underwear - um, yes?
V: Veggie you hate - Love 'em all!
W: What makes you late - filling up a sippy cup and a snack cup and grabbing diapers (but I was late before all of that too...)
X: X-rays - teeth (I've got a mouthful! Never had my wisdom teeth out.)
Y: Yummy food that you make - I love to cook, bake and be creative with healthy food! We ate a vegan diet for the first seven months of this year. Recently we found out that Jonathan is gluten intolerant. That combined with the fact that he cannot eat any sugar for 6 weeks has made for some interesting meals around here (more on all of that another time). All of that aside, I've been getting some rave reviews on my Pineapple Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Icing lately...
Z: Zoo animal - they're all cool, would love to go to Africa and see some of them in the wild! one day. (for now, love our little local zoo where you get to see the animals up close, the tigers are pretty awesome!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Starting Fresh

It has taken me awhile to commit to this blog. I'll admit I've been putting it off for quite some time now. 
For one, it's overwhelming to think about blogging while fending off a one and a half year old ball of energy who is very interested in my netbook (especially when the last thing I really want to do is "fend off" that one and a half year old ball of energy).
For two, I'm lazy. In the evening, when that one and a half year old is blissfully asleep and supper is cooked and eaten (and maybe cleaned up) and I am done for the day, I always find the tv or facebook or a real book or my bed to be much more seductive than staring down a computer screen and wracking my brain for interesting blog topics (and if I'm going to be industrious and proactive instead of lazy there's always the laundry to fold, the kitchen to clean up, an email to send, a bill to pay, a button that needs to be sewn on, a dog to walk - you get the idea).
For three (and this is the real reason), what will my blog be about? Don't get me wrong I've blogged before (see Patton: Party of Two and start from the beginning to get an idea), but that was then. That blog documented the first four years of my marriage to Jonathan with some pictures, some funny stories, some ho-hum stories, some recipes, etc. This is now. Now, we live 1200 miles away from where we started out. We have a beautiful baby boy, and I am a stay at home mom instead of a behavioral therapist. Now, we are starting a church (but not really "starting a church" more like "gathering a group of people to be the church with"). As a rather lack luster blogger in the past, I thought that once I had a baby I would have something to blog about. But since giving birth to James David, I have not blogged once. Not once. Not even to announce his weight, height or name. Not even to share the ever fascinating birth story. Nope, the arrival of my firstborn child (as much as I love him more than anything in this world) did nothing to breathe new life into a blog that had been slowly but surely fading away. In fact, it stopped it dead in its tracks. So, what would I write about if I started blogging again?
Last week I turned 31. Perhaps my birthday inspired some introspection, b/c I do not naturally tend towards the self analytical (I leave that up to my husband who is always setting goals, evaluating his progress and making adjustments and therefore meeting his goals...). So, I found myself thinking about how when I was younger I always wondered "what my life would be like." What would junior high, high school, college be like? Who would I date and what would having a boyfriend be like? What would my first kiss be like? What would my job be? What would sex be like? When would I get married? Where would I live? What would being pregnant and having a baby be like? How many kids would I have? And now, with many of those questions answered, I realized that this is "what my life is like." This is what my life is like. And I love it. But there is one little thing missing.
Growing up, I always liked to write. I remember sitting at a desk in my room around 7 or 8 years old and writing stories, drawing and coloring pictures to go along with them. I remember laying on my bed under a hot tin roof around 15 or 16 years old and working on my novel, erasing and editing with a #2 pencil. I've got a few of those stories and more than a few old journals (starting in the 4th grade and continuing through college- real gems let me tell you!) sitting in my attic right now. I wanted to be a writer. I became first a manager at a retail store (which I did not like very much - too much counting money and folding clothes and not enough dressing the mannequins) and then a behavior therapist for children with Autism (which I did like very much - seeing improvement or not, just loving those kiddos for who they were). Not much writing involved in either of those jobs unless you count making a cashier schedule or putting together a social story.
Recently (er, a couple months ago), my dad emailed me (usually it's my mom who emails) and told me that he had a strong feeling that it was time for me to pursue a dream of mine that had been "out there for awhile" - particularly in the creative arena of writing, modeling, or decorating.  He suggested that I pray about it and see what came up. So I did, a little, but I knew that it had to be writing b/c that is the only dream of mine that has always been "out there" at all. Sure,  I like to decorate. Yeah, I thought it would be fun to be a model if someone just miraculously "discovered" me instead of  having to work at it. But writing has always been "the thing." The thing that I had always wanted to do but wasn't actually doing. So I knew that was it from the beginning. I just didn't know what to do about it. I can't write a book - I have an 18 month old and zero ideas. Not to mention time. But I have to start somewhere, so I am starting here. Maybe if I can do this, pretty soon I'll get in the groove and get inspired and have a great idea for a book. Or maybe I'm not supposed to write a book at all. Maybe I'm just supposed to write a blog. I don't know. I just know that I am supposed to be writing. 
But that's still not to say I know what this blog is going to be about quite yet, so bear with me and maybe throw some ideas my way?