Tuesday is ED Day

It seems like I spend all day Tuesday working on the eating disorder. My group therapy is in Walnut Creek, so it’s a bit of a drive, takes about 45 minutes. The meeting is at 10:15 am, very inconvient for us working folks. It ends at noon. Parking is always an issue. Between getting the kiddos to daycare, driving up there, parking, the group, driving back, I rarely get to work before 1 pm. We used to have the kids in swimming lessons on Tuesday evenings, so DH would pick them up from daycare, go swimming, go to McDonalds, and come home after I leave for my OA meeting. Unfortunately, we were late signing up for lessons, so we couldn’t get both kids in at the same time. We decided to continue Chunguita’s lessons on Tuesdays and drop Pulguito’s lessons for this session. That means that I have to pick up Pulguito from daycare. So no more working late on Tuesdays or any time to myself before the OA meeting. Wah, wah, poor me. NOT! I have the 2 greatest kids in the world, and I am the luckiest mom in the world. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But I don’t get much done on Tuesdays.

Group was really good on Tuesday. We talked about the health consequences of eating disorders. I learned a lot, not just about the bad things that I am doing to my body, but I learned about more eating disorder behaviors that I thought were healthy behavoirs.

One of the health consequences is electrolyte imbalances. Terri Schiavo is in her current situation because of her eating disorder. I’m pretty sure she had bulimia, but I haven’t been able to verify that. Anyway, she had a heart attack which caused a stroke because of an electrolyte imbalance. I have an irregular heartbeat. From the eating disorder? Fortunately, I have my medical directive in place, and my family knows what my wishes are, so I will never be in the position Terri Schiavo is in. However, it would be much better if I had never damaged my heart. A related risk is muscle atrophy; the heart is a muscle. And then there’s low blood pressure, which I have. It’s tough learning about this. In a way, it gives me something else to beat myself up over.

Paralysis is another risk. From Something Fishy: Transient paralysis — extreme weakness of muscles or not being able to move at all — Caused by low levels of potassium, and/or the degeneration of nerve cells, in the spinal cord or in the brain, which have been deprived of essential nutrients. Left untreated, periods of paralysis may happen more frequently and more severly, lead to permanent muscle weakness, and even result in death. I wonder if this is what Freud’s hysteria was all about.

Here’s the one that I found to be most interesting. I thought that drinking lots of water was good for you. I knew that it is possible to drink too much water, but I had no idea what that is. Well, “water-loading” is not a positive behavoir. It can lead to hyponatremia or not enough sodium in the blood, which can lead to fluid in the lungs, the brain to swell, nauseousness, vomiting, confusion and even death. I wonder if that plays a role in my getting pneumonia. I’ve always blamed the asthma, but this might be affecting it as well. And here I thought I was being healthy drinking 16-20 glasses of water a day.

Peony by Diane Ericson

This is the Peony Vest by Diane Ericson from this month’s ASG presentation by Jane Foster. I haven’t been enamoured of this pattern, but it looked really great on this sewist. I can’t say that I care for the ones in the Peony Gallery at DE’s website. I’m still not sure it’s for me, but I like it more than I did.

My pneumonia is almost gone. I’m still coughing every once in a while. I have 2 more days on the antibiotic.

On the gardening front, I managed to spray with Round-Up between the storms. Obviously, I’m not anti-herbicide. My neighbor has a torch gizmo that he uses to burn the weeds to death. I might look into this once the Round-Up is all gone. Mostly, I prefer mechanical methods (ie hand weeding) for weed control, but I don’t know how to get the long rooted ones out of the walkway. I can pull off the tops, but there’s no way to get a purchase on the roots, so the roots keep growing, and the weed comes back.

The jeans are almost finished. I need to add the waistband and hem the legs. I think I stretched the fabric when I was topstitching the crotch seam. I’ve got ugly wrinkles radiating from the point where the fly topstiching meets the crotch seam topstitching. I might try ripping it out and restitching. I dunno. I backstitched, so it’s not going to be an easy repear.

Yellow Rose of Livermore

This is a very old rose that came with our house. It wasn’t in very good condition when we bought the house. The people who lived there just didn’t know how to take care of roses. It needed severe, yet thoughtful, pruning. So I whacked it back. And it rewarded me by blooming profusely. We wanted to do an addition to our house right where that rose was, so the rose had to be moved. We decided to do the addition in the summer, and that meant that we had to move the rose in August. It’s hot here in August, like 100F/40C. You’re not supposed to transplant a rose when it’s hot. Well, the rose survived. I had some problems with die-back last year, some 7 years post transplant, but after the thoughtful pruning, it seems to be doing well. This picture was taken on March 17th. Most of my roses aren’t blooming, yet, but this one never lets me down.

On the sewing front, I made quite a bit of progress on Chunguita’s jeans. I briefly considered trying to fit them to her, but since they have beltloops, I decided to just make them as is. They will probably be way baggy, like all her pants.

Pear Blossoms

Pulguito’s pear tree is covered with blooms. Last year, we only had a few blooms which resulted in about 6 pears. I’m thinking that I’m going to have to thin the fruit this year. The pears are very good. They are about the size of a large plum. Pulguito loves them; he eats the entire thing, including the core. We get home from work/daycare and hang out in the front yard while DH makes dinner. Because we’re all starving and there is this beautiful, fresh, tree ripened fruit calling to us, we eat it. Then we are too full to eat dinner.

Love that Freesia

I think this is the last picture of the freesia. It’s been raining a lot for here, and the freesia that’s left has been flattened.

I’m feeling better, but I’m still coughing a lot, I’m tired, and my head hurts. My husband slept in the living room and had me close my door last night because of the coughing. He said he would get more rest, including getting up with Pulguito, than if he could hear my coughing.

I basted the fly shut on the Ottobre jeans, and that was it for sewing. I’ve become addicted to the games at Yahoo!Games. Hopefully, last night was the last time for that total waste of time.

I had my embroidery software class this morning. Lenore didn’t show up, and she didn’t answer her cell phone when I called. That’s very unusual. I’m a little worried about her.


The instructions for the Ottobre jeans are minimal. I had to dig out a Kwik Sew pattern for their instructions. I haven’t done enough fly zippers to be able to wing it.

I started writing in my food journal again. I had a good visit with the shrink. I don’t think I need to see her any more. I’m not depressed. I love that Zoloft helps. I’ve been thinking about OA‘s first step: I am powerless over food, and my life has become unmanageable. I’d written that I am able to admit the first part, powerlessness over food; no problem. However, I struggle with the second part. I didn’t consider my life unmanageable. Some wrote to me telling me that he didn’t think I was powerless over food for various reasons. I really appreciated getting that e-mail because the only thing that I could think while I was reading it was that I don’t have to be powerless over all food, everywhere, thru-out all time in order to be powerless over food. And when I considered that, I had a blinding flash of the obvious happen. I can look at the unmanageable stuff the same way. I was thinking that my life had to be 100% completely and totally unmanageable, like I was that drug addicted/alcoholic homeless person who has lost all her friends, family, possessions, etc. in pursuit of her next high. I don’t have to look at it that way. And so I’m not going to.

So I’m still working step one, but this has made it possible for me to take step one which I couldn’t do before. Thanks.