Deranged Genes

My deranged genes... and no.. I don't mean jeans :)

How does one go about losing weight when their genetic make-up leans toward fat. I've been a healthy sized girl my whole life. Pleasantly curved in all the right places, not obese. Until I got sick. I have so many factors now counting against me, it is seriously like an uphill battle even trying to raise my energy level. Let alone actually losing weight. I have so many strikes against me. I have hashimoto thyroiditis, I have gluten intolerance, I have chronic fatigue syndrome, and fibromyalgia.

How do I end up winning at life with those against me? I've turned to prayer, yes I am pretty sure God has better things to do than worry about my weight. I have tried all the over the counter flavor on the moment bottles. I have even *gasp* tried working out. As my fibro has gotten worse over the years though my ability to work out has waned to such a degree that it is work just laying in bed at times.

So, speakup! Anyone with these issues have any common sense luck? I'm all for hearing stories of success. I could use some happyness, even if it is by hearing someone elses happy and successful weight loss story!

Oh Death How We Despise you

Death & Cancer

Two things most people don’t like talking about. The red headed step children of humankind. No matter what age your children are, they revert to young children when a parent is diagnosed with the big C.

can·cer

[kan-ser]

noun

1.

Pathology .

a.

a malignant and invasive growth or tumor, especially one originating in epithelium, tending torecur after excision and to metastasize to other sites.

b.

any disease characterized by such growths.

2.

any evil condition or thing that spreads destructively; blight.

How to have that talk with your kid when one of their parents have been diagnosed with cancer? What a hard thing that was. Harder yet when divorce has put a wedge, as well as miles between the two parents.

Several months ago the father of my youngest two kiddos was diagnosed with lung cancer. After hardships untold with the man, I found myself at a loss with how to handle the situation with the kids. Our daughter flew out to be with him, to spend time with him and make him as comfortable as possible while she could. The cancer quickly spread from his lungs to his brain. My daughter, God bless her, read the Bible to him while she was out there. Miracles of miracles he got better! Praise the Lord! He got stronger and was up and about and getting healthier. We thought he had won his battle. Til this past week. We got the call that he was back in the hospital worse than before. His life expectancy was days.

This vibrant man who had fathered 2 children that I adore, this man who had the power to frustrate me beyond all measure, this man who at one time in my life was my world. Died.

The mess that is my kids life now as they try to deal with the loss of their father, well,  it will take the rest of their lives. A son in denial that he will miss his father. A daughter that thinks if she had been there she could have got him better again. We will be picking up these pieces for many many years.