(Originally published in May 2015)
May is always a whirlwind here in the Ballpark. We have many birthdays and Mother’s Day. It’s one big party after another. Dad turned 92. Our girl turned 35, and our baby boy turned 29. His sweet bride turned 30.
The hubs and I wondered who the graying middle-agers are in this picture. Didn’t we used to be 29 and 30? When the youngin’s were toddlers, we never considered what we’d look like at 50-something. And I never would have been caught in a picture wearing my PJ pants.
Whatever. It’s surprising what doesn’t matter once you hit 50. It’s called freedom.
The best news I’ve discovered since my last post is that my blood work is finally normal.
After three months of an overhauled diet and whole food supplements and the regular attention of an excellent nutritionist, all RA symptoms have been beaten into submission. I thank God for this.
Yes, I did the hard work of actually giving up bread and pasta and desserts, but only with God’s help. Me alone? I have the will power of a flea. If there is a doughnut in sight, forget about it. My husband and daughter were instrumental as well. They were willing to eat fish and try vegetables we’ve never heard of. I pray with all my heart I can stick with these changes. If not, I suspect my symptoms will return.
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September 2016 UPDATE: I hate to report that I have gained back 10 of the 22 pounds I lost with my diet overhaul. Last Christmas, I succumbed to the holiday goodies. Before I knew it, I had slipped back into old eating habits. UGH. I’m starting over again. By the grace of God, my blood work is still good, but if I stay on the path I’m on, I will inviting fibro and RA symptoms right back into my life.
I know this is a spiritual battle for me; I have learned that through this struggle. I’m re-reading my own posts and materials and asking once again for God to redirect my heart. I cannot eat properly without His help.
My journey and success with treating with fibro and RA here:
