I Grew up in Alaska, am and always will be Alaskan. Had a lovely childhood, got good grades. College in Oregon. Am still in Oregon even after finishing school last year. Degree in Art. Am unemployed so am writing a novel. Yep.
Freshman year someone forgot to mention that there’s this thing called the “freshman 15”. For me it was the “freshman 25” and it culminated about the middle of October. So, for those interested in numbers. I went from about 115 pounds to 140 pounds in like 2 months. I stopped exercising, wasn’t getting enough sleep, was eating cafeteria food, caving to peer pressure ice cream runs, and etc. The good thing of all this is that it made me aware of fitness and health and the three of us are well on the way to having a nice life-long love affair.
It hasn’t been easy. College, for me at least, pretty much sucked for health and fitness. I had one problem after another… first the 25 pound gain. Then the summer before my junior year I had chronic appendicitis. What? “chronic?” you ask. Yes, folks, chronic. Apparently your appendix can be in various stages of failure without really being a problem. I went through the whole summer feeling like crap, losing weight… My doctor thought I had an ulcer or something. I was given meds. I didn’t take them. Then, in August, after eating a soft boiled egg, toast, and cranberry meal I was vomiting into a toilet, in pain, dry heaving, and so on.
My mother veritably rushed me to the emergency room after a few long conversations with my doctor at 11pm (Man, I loved that doctor. He was my GP for 21 years, and started before I was even born because technically he was a pediatrician.) I was dehydrated. The nurses hydrated me. One CAT scan later and they thought that maybe I might have appendicitis but weren’t sure. I got an appendectomy. Apparently I did have appendicitis.
It’s funny, and this is a bit of a tangent, but I think normally people stay a day or so in the hospital after an appendectomy. Not me, however. My summer had been so crappy, my body starving for health and nutrition, that as soon as they let me have breakfast I was sitting up and eating. My grandmother had breakfast with me and we talked about stuff. Doctor came in and was super surprised to see me sitting up, chowing down, and smiling… seriously she did a double take… and they let me go home that afternoon.
The bad part of this story is meat and eggs became my worst enemies. I just couldn’t eat them. So vegetarian for 6 months. Than an excursion to Ireland for 5 months cured me of that (except the eggs) and I found a love of bacon again.
Fast forward to this year. After college pretty much I was planning on being gung ho, and living my life to the fullest. Yada yada, yeah. But that was the goal. The last three months have pretty much been couch potato hell, for me. No drive to do anything. No motivation. I’d have good days, go to the gym, eat “properly”, but never really felt on top on my game, as it were. Fatigue. Headaches. In March I think I had like 6 migraines. That’s a record for me.
Then I sucked it up this past week basically had a “fuck this shit” moment. And here I am. Besides a bit of carb flu and untimely PMS (this might contribute to the bread craving) I am feeling SOOOOO much better. Seriously. I don’t have super energy yet, but it’ll get there. I think the past few years have been a decline for me, looking back. And I think the culprit is wheat/grains/gluten. How I got to this conclusion is a mash up of a lot of things, but I’ll digress here.