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Mostly Better
Feb. 9th, 2018 01:09 pmThings have, thankfully, fallen more into line since my last update. The weight gain, the excessive eating, and the zappy, not-functioning brain were all due to not enough calories, and perhaps not enough fat at the right time. I focused just on getting myself back together by adding some olive oil at breakfast (3g) and always using olive oil when making my dinner, even if the pan didn't need it (5g). That 8 grams of olive oil (5g when I'm not getting my period) seems to have fixed the problem. I always overeat on the second or third day of my period, and that didn't happen. So far, I haven't had my brain feel zappy, I'm generally happy, and my weight is slowly going down. If I see any crazy weight drops, I'm going to increase the olive oil more. I need to lose less than 2kg. Also, thank goodness, this seems to be helping my blood sugar. It has been 5.0 (normal) a few mornings this week, which is excellent. It had been creeping up. Hopefully, it will neither go up a lot or down a lot. *crosses fingers*
My blood tests came back with high cortisol (but not "OMG! A tumor!" high), normal vitamin A, low-normal vitamin E. These last two are good news for my daily life, but indicate that I have to eat a ton of vitamin A (today I'm eating: 4319.02 vs. RDA of 700.000 µg) to get myself to the middle of normal. This might indicate that I need to take supplements when we travel. We'll see how that goes.
We had our first day of classes, which was lovely as always. My brain was in overdrive after, as usual, which required some effort to calm down from. Hopefully, I'll be able to control this. We'll see!
My dad's surgery seems to have gone well, although not surprisingly, he is in a ton of pain now. The good news is that they think it might be benign (even though the tumor was large). *crosses fingers*
Tomorrow is my birthday. Every year, I'm happier about getting older. I don't care if my eyes don't work as well as they used to. I am thrilled for the distance from being 20 years old. I hate all the angst and uncertainty I had back then, not to mention my incredibly poorly chosen relationships.
Most importantly, now that the government has agreed to pay its bills for a whole year(!), I have started the process for getting a new passport. I have an appointment at the consulate in a little less than two weeks and have already filled out the application. Supposedly, they take credit cards now, but I'll bring some backup rubles just in case. I just need to get a photo taken that looks sufficiently stressed, frumpy, and tired that no one will have trouble recognizing me when I go through immigration.
My blood tests came back with high cortisol (but not "OMG! A tumor!" high), normal vitamin A, low-normal vitamin E. These last two are good news for my daily life, but indicate that I have to eat a ton of vitamin A (today I'm eating: 4319.02 vs. RDA of 700.000 µg) to get myself to the middle of normal. This might indicate that I need to take supplements when we travel. We'll see how that goes.
We had our first day of classes, which was lovely as always. My brain was in overdrive after, as usual, which required some effort to calm down from. Hopefully, I'll be able to control this. We'll see!
My dad's surgery seems to have gone well, although not surprisingly, he is in a ton of pain now. The good news is that they think it might be benign (even though the tumor was large). *crosses fingers*
Tomorrow is my birthday. Every year, I'm happier about getting older. I don't care if my eyes don't work as well as they used to. I am thrilled for the distance from being 20 years old. I hate all the angst and uncertainty I had back then, not to mention my incredibly poorly chosen relationships.
Most importantly, now that the government has agreed to pay its bills for a whole year(!), I have started the process for getting a new passport. I have an appointment at the consulate in a little less than two weeks and have already filled out the application. Supposedly, they take credit cards now, but I'll bring some backup rubles just in case. I just need to get a photo taken that looks sufficiently stressed, frumpy, and tired that no one will have trouble recognizing me when I go through immigration.
