Perfect day for snuggling up in the covers and listening to Ms. Adele...
Love this song for a lot of different reasons...
"...Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly one by one, it's quaint events were hammered out- and now the tale is done...the dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird
or beast-and half believe it true..." -Lewis Carroll
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Give Me Until Then...
Rainy Sunday morning Blog Land, and I'm just waking up. Don't worry, I'll make it to the church house tonight.
Perfect day for snuggling up in the covers and listening to Ms. Adele...
Love this song for a lot of different reasons...
Perfect day for snuggling up in the covers and listening to Ms. Adele...
Love this song for a lot of different reasons...
Thursday, September 27, 2012
ViSalus & Contractions
I officially feel like I've been run over by a truck...that then backed up and then ran over me again just for good measure. Blah. I can't be 100% sure, but I'm pretty sure this is all my own fault.
Since the middle of August, I have been doing ViSalus, which is a meal replacement plan, where you drink shakes 2 times a day instead of what would be your normal meal. All of the plans differ and some plans only require you to replace 1 meal a day. It really just depends on what you're trying to accomplish. I'm happy to announce that after 1 month of ViSalus I have lost exactly 12 pounds! And that's with minimal exercise. I hate exercising.
My sister is a promoter for ViSalus and I have to admit that when she first started talking about it, I was more than a little skeptical. However, when I finally decided to try it for myself and then proceeded to lose 3 pounds in the first week...well...I was a believer!
At the risk of sounding like one of those infomercials, I will say that I have never felt better about my body, and I have also never had more energy. I am on the plan to replace 2 meals a day, so for me, that is breakfast and lunch. You know that feeling you get after you eat lunch and then go back to work and then have to fight to stay awake? I haven't had that experience since I started ViSalus! It really has been amazing. I've lost 12 pounds and only have 18 more to go!
Anyhow, I digress.
The blah feeling.
Have I mentioned I'm an emotional eater? And that for the last week, I've kept forgetting to refill my anti-depressant medication? Ha. So yesterday, the whole time I was at work, I was feeling a bit blue, and started craving something fatty, cheesy, and meaty. I wanted a huge burrito from Puerto Vallarta! I asked my dear baby sister if she wanted to come along after work and she declined. Boo on her.
I, however, remedied that situation by stopping at Moe's. My favorite thing to get there? The Homewrecker Burrito. It's HUGE. I mean, like, a burrito as big as your head. So I ordered it in all of it's burrito-y goodness, filled to bursting with beef, cheese, lettuce, guacamole, sour cream and rice. And of course, you can't go to Moe's without getting a cup of their creamy queso.
So, quite excited, I rushed home, to settle into my PJs and start chowing down. And chow down I did...until I ate the WHOLE thing AND half of the cup of queso.
It was delicious. I enjoyed Every. Single. Bite.
Until about 20 minutes later. Dear Lord, did that burrito wreck my life!
What was I thinking? What with the shakes and really only eating one real meal a day, my stomach has shrunk considerably. And I just stuffed a burrito as big as my head into it? What a stupid little girl I am.
Fast-forward to today. I get up this morning, quite excited that the kids are on fall break and that I don't have to work...and proceed to the bathroom to um...drop some friends off at the pool. Ha. Well when I go back to lay down I am hit with pain so severe I literally double over. I head back to the bathroom. Nothing happened. I head back to the bed. Gut-wrenching pain again. Head back to the bathroom. Nothing happened. This continues for over an hour and I take gas-pills AND Pepto Bismol. But I'm still experiencing burrito induced contractions every 3 to 4 minutes.
*Sigh*
I finally decided that I was just going to have to ride this out...or go to the ER. So, I curled up into a ball in my bed and rode the burrito waves until I fell asleep. About every hour I would be awakened from some very strange dreams by a particularly painful burrito contraction. And would then contemplate heading to the ER before drifting back in to sleep land.
Finally at 3:30 (that's in the P.M.) I woke up and didn't feel any pain radiating from by stomach region. Yes, people of blog-land, I had burrito contractions for 5 hours!
I am happy to say that the contractions have subsided, but my stomach is still not feeling very regular. I have had 1 shake today and half a cup of coffee and it looks like soup will be all I will be having for dinner. But I consider this a lesson learned. 2 lessons learned actually.
1. I will never live through child-birth.
2. Don't stuff a burrito that's as big as your head into your tummy that has shrank to the size of a lemon!
Since the middle of August, I have been doing ViSalus, which is a meal replacement plan, where you drink shakes 2 times a day instead of what would be your normal meal. All of the plans differ and some plans only require you to replace 1 meal a day. It really just depends on what you're trying to accomplish. I'm happy to announce that after 1 month of ViSalus I have lost exactly 12 pounds! And that's with minimal exercise. I hate exercising.
My sister is a promoter for ViSalus and I have to admit that when she first started talking about it, I was more than a little skeptical. However, when I finally decided to try it for myself and then proceeded to lose 3 pounds in the first week...well...I was a believer!
At the risk of sounding like one of those infomercials, I will say that I have never felt better about my body, and I have also never had more energy. I am on the plan to replace 2 meals a day, so for me, that is breakfast and lunch. You know that feeling you get after you eat lunch and then go back to work and then have to fight to stay awake? I haven't had that experience since I started ViSalus! It really has been amazing. I've lost 12 pounds and only have 18 more to go!
Anyhow, I digress.
The blah feeling.
Have I mentioned I'm an emotional eater? And that for the last week, I've kept forgetting to refill my anti-depressant medication? Ha. So yesterday, the whole time I was at work, I was feeling a bit blue, and started craving something fatty, cheesy, and meaty. I wanted a huge burrito from Puerto Vallarta! I asked my dear baby sister if she wanted to come along after work and she declined. Boo on her.
I, however, remedied that situation by stopping at Moe's. My favorite thing to get there? The Homewrecker Burrito. It's HUGE. I mean, like, a burrito as big as your head. So I ordered it in all of it's burrito-y goodness, filled to bursting with beef, cheese, lettuce, guacamole, sour cream and rice. And of course, you can't go to Moe's without getting a cup of their creamy queso.
So, quite excited, I rushed home, to settle into my PJs and start chowing down. And chow down I did...until I ate the WHOLE thing AND half of the cup of queso.
It was delicious. I enjoyed Every. Single. Bite.
Until about 20 minutes later. Dear Lord, did that burrito wreck my life!
What was I thinking? What with the shakes and really only eating one real meal a day, my stomach has shrunk considerably. And I just stuffed a burrito as big as my head into it? What a stupid little girl I am.
Fast-forward to today. I get up this morning, quite excited that the kids are on fall break and that I don't have to work...and proceed to the bathroom to um...drop some friends off at the pool. Ha. Well when I go back to lay down I am hit with pain so severe I literally double over. I head back to the bathroom. Nothing happened. I head back to the bed. Gut-wrenching pain again. Head back to the bathroom. Nothing happened. This continues for over an hour and I take gas-pills AND Pepto Bismol. But I'm still experiencing burrito induced contractions every 3 to 4 minutes.
*Sigh*
I finally decided that I was just going to have to ride this out...or go to the ER. So, I curled up into a ball in my bed and rode the burrito waves until I fell asleep. About every hour I would be awakened from some very strange dreams by a particularly painful burrito contraction. And would then contemplate heading to the ER before drifting back in to sleep land.
Finally at 3:30 (that's in the P.M.) I woke up and didn't feel any pain radiating from by stomach region. Yes, people of blog-land, I had burrito contractions for 5 hours!
I am happy to say that the contractions have subsided, but my stomach is still not feeling very regular. I have had 1 shake today and half a cup of coffee and it looks like soup will be all I will be having for dinner. But I consider this a lesson learned. 2 lessons learned actually.
1. I will never live through child-birth.
2. Don't stuff a burrito that's as big as your head into your tummy that has shrank to the size of a lemon!
Monday, May 9, 2011
Light at the end of the Tunnel
I am on the upswing. What exactly does this mean? It means that my laundry is folded and put away. It means that the dishes are done and the kitchen is clean; that the checkbook is balanced...pretty much my world is in order. Don't you just love the feeling of checking something off of a list? That feeling of accomplishement? Ha. Maybe that's just me.
Even now you may be wondering, ok soo? Big deal, you're life is in order. No cause for celebration. Well, for me it is, indeed, cause for celebration. Welcome to the world of one who suffers from reoccuring bouts of depression and anxiety. My official diagnosis is Minor Depressive Disorder (Not Otherwise Specified).
Many people, who know me only on the surface level, find this extremely hard to believe. I'm usually smiling and have a pretty easy going, and laid back personality. They would never believe that there are days when I can hardly get out of bed. Thankfully, those times have been fewer and far between in the last few months.
You may have been wondering why I began this article discussing the fact that my house and life in general is on order. I did this because, the best indicator of what's going on inside my head is how my house looks, how the inside of my car looks, and how I look. Yes, I know, it seems weird, but it's true none the less. If you asked me the biggest indicator that I'm in the middle of a depressive bout, it would be that I lose interest in pretty much everything And I sleep. A lot.
And when I lose interest, I mean I really lose interest. So, my perfectionist Virgo tendencies go by the way side, and I could really care less, whether the kitchen sink is lost under a mountain range of dishes, if the carpet hasn't been vacuumed in 2 weeks, or if my checking account is 100 dollars in the negative, because I simply haven't cared enough to balance my checkbook. You might also notice that I've dropped off the face of the earth. I go nowhere. Unless it's absolutely necessary. Yeah. It can get pretty bad.
The hardest part? Dealing with people who don't understand what it really means to struggle with depression. It isn't like any other illness. You don't get red spots. You don't have a runny nose. You don't get a fever. To everyone else you seem perfectly fine. I've had people say, "Why don't you just snap out of it?!" 'It's all in your head!" "You could get better if you really wanted to!" These are things people have actually said to me.
In the past I've shied away from telling people about my struggle because, strangely enough, to some people, depression, still seems to be one of those taboo "mental illness"things. When I do tell people that I have anxiety problems as well as depression, and I see that uncomfortable look come across their face, I laughingly reassure them saying, "Don't worry I'm not a crazy psycho who's going to start foaming at the mouth or talking to people who aren't there." Haha. It just means that my lows are lower and longer, and sometimes, my highs higher, but shorter.
What I try to remember, and what my doctor has tried to drill into my head is that depression IS an illness. Brain chemistry plays the largest role in what triggers and causes depression. Doctors are now seeing, through MRIs, that the parts of the brain that control things like thinking, sleep, appetite, and mood regulation, don't seem to be functioning normally in people who have received this diagnosis. So, while there is a type of depression that is caused by a specific event (divorce, miscarriage), there is also that which is long term, and basically caused by chemical imbalance or disfunction. For those of us who suffer from the latter, that's why we can't just "snap out of it".
The following is a definition of Minor Depressive Disorder: Minor depressive disorder is diagnosed by identifying a mood disturbance or loss of pleasure along with at least two, but less than five, of the other major depressive disorder symptoms. Symptoms include a rapid weight change without cause, insomnia or hypersomnia, daily fatigue, inappropriate guilt, poor concentration and thoughts of death without intent or plan to commit suicide. Minor depression is episodic and symptoms are not significant enough to impair functioning to the level of major depression. Symptoms are also less severe and more manageable.Read more: Definition of Minor Depression | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/about_5508852_definition-minor-depression.html#ixzz1Lsjjy1Zq
Even now you may be wondering, ok soo? Big deal, you're life is in order. No cause for celebration. Well, for me it is, indeed, cause for celebration. Welcome to the world of one who suffers from reoccuring bouts of depression and anxiety. My official diagnosis is Minor Depressive Disorder (Not Otherwise Specified).
Many people, who know me only on the surface level, find this extremely hard to believe. I'm usually smiling and have a pretty easy going, and laid back personality. They would never believe that there are days when I can hardly get out of bed. Thankfully, those times have been fewer and far between in the last few months.
You may have been wondering why I began this article discussing the fact that my house and life in general is on order. I did this because, the best indicator of what's going on inside my head is how my house looks, how the inside of my car looks, and how I look. Yes, I know, it seems weird, but it's true none the less. If you asked me the biggest indicator that I'm in the middle of a depressive bout, it would be that I lose interest in pretty much everything And I sleep. A lot.
And when I lose interest, I mean I really lose interest. So, my perfectionist Virgo tendencies go by the way side, and I could really care less, whether the kitchen sink is lost under a mountain range of dishes, if the carpet hasn't been vacuumed in 2 weeks, or if my checking account is 100 dollars in the negative, because I simply haven't cared enough to balance my checkbook. You might also notice that I've dropped off the face of the earth. I go nowhere. Unless it's absolutely necessary. Yeah. It can get pretty bad.
The hardest part? Dealing with people who don't understand what it really means to struggle with depression. It isn't like any other illness. You don't get red spots. You don't have a runny nose. You don't get a fever. To everyone else you seem perfectly fine. I've had people say, "Why don't you just snap out of it?!" 'It's all in your head!" "You could get better if you really wanted to!" These are things people have actually said to me.
In the past I've shied away from telling people about my struggle because, strangely enough, to some people, depression, still seems to be one of those taboo "mental illness"things. When I do tell people that I have anxiety problems as well as depression, and I see that uncomfortable look come across their face, I laughingly reassure them saying, "Don't worry I'm not a crazy psycho who's going to start foaming at the mouth or talking to people who aren't there." Haha. It just means that my lows are lower and longer, and sometimes, my highs higher, but shorter.
What I try to remember, and what my doctor has tried to drill into my head is that depression IS an illness. Brain chemistry plays the largest role in what triggers and causes depression. Doctors are now seeing, through MRIs, that the parts of the brain that control things like thinking, sleep, appetite, and mood regulation, don't seem to be functioning normally in people who have received this diagnosis. So, while there is a type of depression that is caused by a specific event (divorce, miscarriage), there is also that which is long term, and basically caused by chemical imbalance or disfunction. For those of us who suffer from the latter, that's why we can't just "snap out of it".
The following is a definition of Minor Depressive Disorder: Minor depressive disorder is diagnosed by identifying a mood disturbance or loss of pleasure along with at least two, but less than five, of the other major depressive disorder symptoms. Symptoms include a rapid weight change without cause, insomnia or hypersomnia, daily fatigue, inappropriate guilt, poor concentration and thoughts of death without intent or plan to commit suicide. Minor depression is episodic and symptoms are not significant enough to impair functioning to the level of major depression. Symptoms are also less severe and more manageable.Read more: Definition of Minor Depression | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/about_5508852_definition-minor-depression.html#ixzz1Lsjjy1Zq
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