New Year - Extreme Resolutions pt 2

Anyway, back to resolutions.
Here they are for 2015:

I have decided that I need to work on my faith life.
I really need to work on my budget.
And here's the doozy. As part of working on my budget, I'll not buy any clothes in 2015.

What. What?!

I know. In fact, right now I can only say I'm going try not to buy any clothes in 2015. I really don't know how long I can hold out. Let's face it, one emotionally tough week, and I'm going to want to soothe my soul with TJMaxx! It's a pretty high standard.

It's okay. Between my diet and EoE, I've got discipline down. To acheive real discipline, there have to be healthy exceptions. I am giving myself permission to buy clothes in August and September in preparation for my trip to Italy in October.
Of course, I can buy clothes in Italy because momma needs her long-awaited first-ever leather jacket! Maybe a custom suit. Shoes. Oh yes, Italian shoes!
I'd like to treat myself to my first StitchFix in preparation for the Italy trip. They can find me the perfect packables for my first trip abroad! (Do you know about StitchFix? Here's my referral code if you want to try it out! Disclosure, I will receive credit toward a future StitchFix if you order yours through my referral code. But that's cool, right?) 

In the meantime, I have two closets full of clothes. More than enough. Even Mother Teresa would shame me publicly, both for having so many clothes and for wanting to buy more!

To make the most of this exercise, I'll work on whittling down my wardrobe to the most useful, most beautiful, most flattering pieces. Making the best combinations with what I have. Ideally, I'll end up with a healthy Capsule Wardrobe as it was all the rage among mommy bloggers in 2014.

I think it may take me all nine months to determine a Caspsule Wardrobe suitable for packing for the trip.  (The biggest challenge for me is nailing down the wardrobe for that traveling temperature.) 
I'll post my outfits along the way and hope for input from any readers!

For now, I do feel good about the clothes I have. Mostly.
I have a very stylish, younger co-worker, who when she sees any of my new purchases, insists I should have bought two - one for her! It's a joke, but in reality, she actually would trust me to choose her wardrobe. That's a high compliment in my book. We have given each other our cast offs, and it's like a whole other shopping spree!

I bought a lot of stuff last year, in a mis-guided effort to "complete" my wardrobe. I went for higher quality than I usually allow myself to afford.
The ugly truth is, when I'm out shopping, I think the next best item is not only going to solve my wardrobe wants - I'm really hoping it will complete ME.
Other people eat their feelings. I buy clothes. I wouldn't say I have an actual compulsion - just that if I'm identifying the problem, that's probably not far off. That and the fact that I appreciate both bargains and good deals. There's a distinction. A bargain is under $15. A good deal is between $25 - $50 for better brands.

It should be an interesting experience. I've practiced this discipline before during lent. If I can do it for 40 days, do you think I can do it for a year?

Let's find out!

Here's the fine print: No new clothes in 2015. 
Exceptions: 1-Underclothes are allowed if in need of replacement, including socks, nylons and tights. 2- I'm allowed to have my existing clothes tailored, particularly if I lose more weight, and shoes can be repaired.  3- I can accept cast-offs from friends. 4- If I'm really in need of something particular, I can borrow from a friend, or buy something from a second-hand store. 5- I can purchase up to 5 items to complete my traveling wardrobe for Italy, but only in August and September up until my travel date in October. 6- I'm allowed to purchase special finds in Italy.

Restriction includes shoes, with the exception of accommodating my foot condition, with inserts and such, or if the condition of existing shoes becomes desperate for the health of my feet.

New Year - Extreme Resolutions

Each new year, I join the masses of society and make resolutions for personal betterment. Sometimes they take longer than a year to achieve.

In 2013 I realized I had to get back in shape. It had a "now or or never" urgency. I wasn't happy with my body and it spilled over to other areas of my life. I had to be serious about this. So serious, I even took "before" pictures.

It wasn't until the end of 2014 that I was finally pleased with the shape I was in. It took a major change in my eating, working out really hard, even it was only twice a week, and learning to love my body again.

Just before Christmas, my trainer - the amazing Women's Health Next Fitness Star, Emily Schromm - overheard me encouraging another new athlete by saying how much I loved the change I saw in myself - and surprised me by asking, "So am I hearing you say that you finally like your body?"
I balked. I replied that I always loved my body. Emily stood firm. "No, you didn't. You were always very hard on yourself for how you looked."

Oh my gosh. She was right! For most of my life, I have loved my body, but ever since Emily met me, she has only heard me say that I looked gross. To this day, I can't show you a before picture because I think I look really gross in it. Which is a horrible thing to say! Worse still, because I was still wearing sizes 0-2-4 when I was "gross" and "fat".  Truth is, I didn't even lose much weight, I just changed the shape of it!

In my opinion, my "before" was not woman-shaped. And yes, Meghan Trainor would argue it is still, not.

But Meghan Trainor can worry about her own booty booty.

I've never been a shapely girl. I'm a treble, not a bass, and I've always been okay with that.
What I didn't like, was looking like a sausage!

I feel so much better these days. I like feeling firm and lean. Box jumps and wall crawls are soooo satisfying!

An "after" from mid-2014

And I'll tell you something. I just took two weeks off for Christmas. I thought I'd work out. At least do some strength moves like planks, push-ups maybe even Burpees. (I hate Burpees!) Instead, I was a total slug! By the time I came home I felt soft, and I hate that.
So I busted out three workouts in a row with Emily, and now I'm sore. Not terribly sore, just sore enough to know I'm moving. I love being sore. I want to be just a little sore for the rest of my life.

Two years to get your body back. That's okay.
If I'm honest, I had it back last spring, but my self-image wasn't ready to accept it.
I guess that takes time too.

Stay sore my friends.

More on my resolutions in my next post!

EoE - Diagnosis

The procedure was painless. Totally.

I thought I might have a sore throat, or perhaps my voice might be affected.
Many of my friends were worried that I wouldn't be able to talk for some reason.
The sweetest was from a dear man from my church who emailed me this well-wish:

The fact is, I was yakking away just fine. I also wolfed down an entire naked burrito immediately afterward, as my friend and her kids watched in awe. Okay, only my friend was shocked. The kids were busy flinging their tortillas around.

My mom was so happy to hear my voice that day. I don't know what she thought might happen.
I didn't even look at images prior to the endoscopy, but it appears the larynx and vocal folds are completely separate from the esophagus

http://www.yoursurgery.com/ProcedureDetails.cfm?Proc=54

I was really tired when I woke up. I remember fluttering my eyes, seeing the recovery room, and going right back to sleep.
When they did discharge me, it was a little hard to walk, I think most of me was still knocked out.

My friend had been waiting for me during the procedure with her toddler and pre-schooler, and after an hour, they were tapped out on their goodwill in a waiting room with no toys! I think they let me go 20 minutes before my system was totally awake.

After the procedure, the doctor confirmed that the culprit for my pain is likely EoE. In fact, my esophagus was so inflamed that the doctor had to abandon plans to widen my esophagus for fear of perforating it.
To be honest, I didn't even know I was in that much pain. When I explained this to another friend with a medical background, she replied with astonishment, "You must have an incredible tolerance for pain!"
I guess I must. Funny thing about pain, when you live with it, it becomes your "normal". My "Hmm, that hurts." must be different from others.

Treatment plan.
I have a steroid inhaler, two doses a day to reduce inflammation. I've also started the Six Food Elimination Diet , starting by eliminating nuts and legumes.

Stay tuned!

What it Means to Go Out of Your Way

If you've wondered about the name of the blog - It's Not Out of My Way - I have to say it came as a surprise to me.

One day, I shared a story about my dad, and his generous nature. How he would go above and beyond to help someone, and never say a word about it. A friend of mine said the story was inspiration to be just a bit kinder. I replied that she was very kind and thoughtful, and probably didn't have to do more.  But that I appreciated the reminder that going the extra mile isn't that hard.

Then it came to me. Sometimes going out of our way.... is seldom really out of our way. It's probably the path we're meant to take.

Once I mulled it over, I realized that's exactly the message I want to share here. I strive to be like my dad, in helping others, in going out of my way to make a difference somewhere, for anyone.

Likewise, my EoE diagnosis certainly seems like going out of my way. I have to take extra care to avoid even more foods while we work to figure out what is causing this extreme reaction. Once again giving up foods that don't seem to cause any reaction.

But it's not so terrible. Yes, it's inconvenient, and sometimes it's not easy. But eliminating or avoiding foods is simply about discipline. That's something I know a thing or two about!
It's the path I'm supposed to be on, even if it seems ridiculous.

My EoE Experience Starts Here

I'm a freak. 
Or really, really special, depending on your perspective. 

Allergy girl. That's me. It's the foods that no one else is allergic to, that I am. Because they are the normally innocuous foods, which no one else has ever heard of someone being allergic to, some people assume I'm making it up. 

Trust me, no allergic person is making up foods to be allergic to. "Hey, if I come up with one more thing it will make me interesting!" 

Yeah. That doesn't happen. 
The good news is, as a matter of discipline, I'm really good at managing it, at avoiding the foods that don't like me. So this fall, when some strange reactions flared up, and I knew I had avoided eating any of my known assailants - well, my Doc and I knew something was amiss. 

I'll spare you the minutiae, and sum it up to say blood tests evaluating a new batch of foods came back negative, I asked my doc how we could explain the severe pain in my throat if I'm not consuming allergens. That's when he ordered an Upper GI Endoscopy. 
He had recommended it several years prior, but at that time it was presented to me as a procedure to widen my esophagus due to my tendency to choke on food. It was estimated to cost about $700 and I have a high deductible, so I just made a commitment to chew more! 

Well, now - several years later, doctors have learned more about us allergy types, and how a tendency to choke on food is related to a unique esophageal problem. The new suspect is Eosinophilic Esophagitis (or EoE). Read about it here, but to sum it up, it's a condition in which foods that aren't identified as allergy culprits via blood testing, cause inflammation of the esophagus and a lot of related pain. 
That all seemed a bit more serious. So I scheduled my endoscopy. 
I was blessed to have friends que up to volunteer to drive me home and observe me after the procedure. It was a good thing too, because I was OUT!  I don't even remember getting groggy after they gave me anesthesia, I was fully alert and then I woke up! My eyelids fluttered and I went right back to sleep. 

I've been referring to my endoscopy procedure as a very expensive nap! Truly, because it looks like the whole thing cost more than $4000 and my share is going to be around $2000. 

Here's what we learned from my very expensive nap. 

First, it turns out that although the GI observed some pretty significant strictures (narrowing of the esophagus) he chose not to widen it. They told me this as I was waking up from anesthesia and I was quietly furious (only because I couldn't summon the brain capacity to express my fury!)  

Later I learned from the GI that my esophagus was so greatly inflamed, that trying to widen it would have risked perforating my esophagus. Okay, that's a good reason. 

The inflammation is all at the top of my esophagus. Indicating that my throat pain is due to EoE, allergy related, and not heartburn or other stomach related issues. 

Now we take steps to figure out which food or foods are the culprit. I'm starting the Six Food Elimination Diet... in which for three months at a time, I will avoid a certain category of food in an effort to identify what is actually causing the inflammation. Meanwhile, I will take a steroid inhaler to treat the inflammation, hoping to bring my esophagus back to normal.

I've decided to share my experience with EoE in the hope that it will be helpful to others who are diagnosed. 
As I started to research the condition I found a lot of medical information, but not much in the way of personal experience. So this will be my offering. 

Obviously, I won't have frequent reports because the treatment process is gradual. I'll have three months of eliminating each food group, so that will take a while. For that reason, I plan to write about other topics of life as well.  I'll tag EoE posts accordingly.

You Get More Than You Give

My greatest fear is growing old alone.
As I approach middle age with no sign of a husband, and therefore no chance for children - realizing that fear is a bit too close for comfort.
I shared this concern with my parish priest a few years ago. He told me that I should spend time visiting people in nursing homes.

I know he was right. What better way to walk right up to that fear and see what it looks like. It's something I always intended to do. But how do you go about volunteering at a nursing home? In a big city like this, it's a project just to find one! At one point, I made a list of homes to contact - but didn't manage to follow through.

Then a few months ago, our new parish priest asked for volunteers to bring the Holy Eucharist to a nursing home with which he has coordinated. I thought I'd go to the meeting and determine the level of commitment.  When I got to the meeting, it was just me and one other person.

Here's your sign!
Guess who's volunteering.

Now for the past month, I've been going to the home, bringing the Eucharist to those who wish to receive, and enjoying chats with those who desire a visit.

I've met the most lovely people.

There is Betty, who is always so pleased to see me, and chat. She is always dressed with flair, hair done to perfection. She's quick with a smile and a laugh, happy to show me pictures of her departed husband - who looks to me like a real mogul! They had a good life together. I tell her they look like movie stars in their portrait. (and they do!)

Mary, who knows I'll indulge her lazy moods, and fetch her teeth and glasses so that we can have a nice talk, and laugh! She has a great sense of humor and takes my dry wit in stride. Ha. She matches me wit for wit! Together, we say ten Hail Marys and a Glory Be - and I know where two are gathered in His name, He is there.

There are others who don't remember me from visit to visit, due to dementia. But they are pleased to have a visitor who will go along with the story of the day. In that unit, you just go with the flow. Yes, I'm a flight attendant and I'll definitely enjoy my time in Denver, thank you. You're right, I should know that your son is a very important person in this company. I'll be sure he gets your message.

The very first time I brought the Eucharist to these sweet people, I was overcome with emotion. What a privilege. I know I'm bringing them something so very special - the greatest blessing on Earth.
But they are blessing me. With their smiles. With their presence. With the way they search my face looking for something familiar.

And each time they look for Christ in me... I hope they find some reflection of Him.

Yes, they bless me. So very much.

Beyond Ten Fold

It was almost a full year after my dad died, that I had my first dream about him.
I woke up happy, just to have the chance to visit with him.

Like most of my dreams, it didn't make much sense or seem very significant in the moment. It wasn't until I tried to describe it to someone else, that I understood the message.

My dad was a farmer for all of his 78 years. It was no surprise to see him in my dream, working on a tractor, fixing something. (As a farmer, my dad was a veterinarian, biologist, ecologist, mechanic, accountant and philosopher all rolled into one.) As he was working on the tractor he was excitedly telling me the good news about the price of corn. He was more excited than I had ever seen him in my life - a smile spread broadly across his face in the shadow of the bill of his feed cap.

No wonder. He told me that corn was selling for $100,000 per bushel! Wow!

In real life, any farmer would turn cartwheels in a stubble field at the sound of such figures! (for the uninitiated, corn typically sells from anywhere from 50 cents to $15 per bushel. Most typically around $3 - $5, if memory serves.) 

As I dreamt it, I was just thrilled to be talking to Dad, and seeing him so happy. When I woke up, it struck me.
He wasn't talking about the price of corn, he was telling me about the riches of heaven.  His message was that the riches of heaven were unbelievable. Beyond reason or comprehension.

He emphasized that anything we work for, or grow or nurture here on earth is worth 100,000 times more in heaven. Our work, our effort, our passion. God sees it all.

It's especially more poignant as I spoke with my mom back home.  It's early July and the corn in the fields in Nebraska are burning up. Instead of the most vibrant green you can imagine, the leaves are yellow and brown, dying before your very eyes.

Even that news didn't suppress my cheer. Imagine... if you could gather just 10 bushels - you'd still be sitting pretty! (not in our earthly reality of course, only in the heavenly sense.)

I could not ask for a better visit! I really believe he was sharing the joy of salvation with me.
More remarkably, my niece told me that she dreamt about him that very same night! So he came to visit us both. I need to ask her what message he gave her, and maybe post it here with her permission.