Mom’s Words of Wisdom for Healthy Living #momwisdom

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Do you ever think back to those sage words of advice your mom may have given you when you were younger and you now realize she was right? OK, mine still delivers her advice on a weekly basis, but much of it is the same that it was when I was younger, with some additional parenting advice thrown in there, too.

My mom is one of those people who believes natural is best. She grew up on a farm where they raised their own animals and veggies for food. What they didn’t raise, they bought locally. They had dairy cows for milk, pigs for meat, and chickens for eggs and meat. Meals were prepared in a house without running water. If she wanted a drink, she used the pump in the yard to get herself some water. If she wanted a treat, she’d go walk into the fields near the edge of the woods and look for any berries that had ripened, bringing back extras for her family to share.

My mom with her dog LassieAnd fishing. She did her own fishing, too, on her own with just the family dog.

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Because I Know You All Care About My Health

You do care, right? Or at the very least, you’re interested in learning about my health woes so you don’t make the same mistakes. Hey, I’m OK with that. I’m a giver.

Not only did I have a big area of skin removed from my back last week, but on the same day I had an appointment with my primary care doctor as well. During the appointment, I mentioned that I have been feeling so tired all the time, even when I try to get enough sleep, and nothing seems to help. She decided that it would be best to have bloodwork done to check if something might be imbalanced and causing my fatigue. Tuesday really was human pincushion day.

I expected that maybe my thyroid was out-of-whack, which was why I was tired and struggling to not gain weight. Or maybe I was anemic.

The results were back on Friday, and for the most part they were normal. Except for one line of the report: Vitamin D. Last year when she checked my vitamin D levels they were very slightly low, and she recommended including more foods with vitamin D in my diet and taking a multivitamin. I’ve been doing that as much as possible, but the new test results showed my vitamin D levels were much lower than last year,  outside of the recommended levels and into “deficient” classification.

I’m not quite sure how my vitamin D levels managed to go even lower after I started taking a multivitamin more regularly. But if it’s related to feeling tired, well, I can’t question the results. I’m sluggish all the time. Exercise will give me energy, but finding the energy to get started is hard. And once I do start moving, my muscles want to give out on me far sooner than they should.

Vitamin D - Super Vitamin!Since getting the blood results, I’ve been reading more about vitamin D and it’s link to different health issues. I knew that being deficient in vitamin D could lead to weak bones, but there’s also solid research linking it to muscle weakness, metabolic disorders (including weight gain, increased risk of type 2 diabetes, and having difficulty losing weight), and fatigue. Huh. I didn’t realize vitamin D was the super-vitamin. Look out B-12 – vitamin D is coming to take you out of the spotlight.

I now must focus on getting more vitamin D. And this is where it gets ironic. Vitamin D supplementation is good, but the best way too get vitamin D is from the sun. Spending time in the sunshine is the easiest method for building up vitamin D in the body – the skin soaks in the sunshine, which triggers the body to make it’s own vitamin D in large quantities. Supplements work, but the body’s natural production is far more efficient and requires less time to raise vitamin D levels.

So spending more time with my skin exposed to sunlight would be a big help. However, wearing sunscreen blocks 95% of the vitamin D production. Which means to get my vitamin D sun therapy, I’d have to be in the sun for 15-30 minutes a few days a week without sunscreen. But because I’m a high risk for skin cancer, sunscreen is a must for being outside.

I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

(And we won’t even discuss the fact that 15-30 minutes in the sun without sunscreen would have me a painful shade of pinkish-red, because this pale girl gets a pink flush just thinking about the sun.)

My doctor knows sunlight therapy isn’t an option for me, and didn’t even recommend it. I’m now on 5000 IU of vitamin D a day for at least the next six months. That seems like a lot to me. For reference, the average recommended daily value is 400-600 IU a day. She believes that getting my vitamin D levels raised should give me more energy and an overall better feeling of wellness. I’m willing to try just about anything to give me the energy to get more done.

I’ve been taking my supplements (they’re itty-bitty liqui-gels, so they’re easy to take) for five days now and I’m not sure when I’m supposed to notice any difference. I’ve been more awake the past couple of days, but that could be just from having the kids at camp and not being distracted when I work. I’ll re-assess in a few weeks to see if I think it’s making a difference.

I wouldn’t be surprised if more people have lower vitamin D levels now that sun safety has become such an important topic. We’re all wearing more sunscreen and trying to cover up in the sun to avoid skin cancer, but are we possibly setting ourselves up for other problems? I doubt  many adults drink a lot of vitamin D fortified milk, and there aren’t a lot of foods with high levels of it.

Here’s hoping this is the key to what’s been dragging me down.

Holy-Moley update:

The incision from having my mole and surrounding area removed is healing nicely. I’ve had to remind myself not to twist or bend too much, or it pulls at the stitches and hurts.

A few people have asked what it looks like. I’m not going to insert the photo in this post, because I respect that there are some squeamish folks out there who really DON’T want to see it. But if you do want to check it out, you can click here to see the incision. It’s about 3″ long with several stitches, just an inch or so away from my spine. It hurts if I lean back on it the wrong way, and sometimes the stitches poke me. I can’t wait to get them out next week.

The photo is, for me, a fantastic reminder of why sunscreen is important. If you or someone you care about has any moles that you’re concerned with, the image of my incision can be great motivation for making an appointment with a dermatologist.

Early screening saves lives – this will leave a nasty scar on my back, but I also feel good that we caught it before it had any chance to turn into cancer.

Edited to add: Just in case you think I’m endorsing the brand of vitamin D in the photo – liqui-gels were recommended, and this brand was selected because I recognized the name and it was on sale when I was at the store. I mean, I’m happy with it so far, but it’s not sponsored in any way.



No Really, Wear Sunscreen

It was just last month that I was reminding all of you to check your skin. Back in April I had a small mole removed, and when the pathology results came back, it was revealed that it was abnormal, but not cancer. I’ve had several moles removed that came back like that, so there was no surprise there.

But when they called with the results of this one, they said they’d like to take more of the edges just to be safe. That was a first for me, but this was a new dermatologist, so I figured she just did things differently. The man on the phone told me that this time it would be stitched closed. I’ve seen others who have had moles entirely removed, and they usually had one or two stitches in place – no big deal.

I went back to the dermatologist’s office yesterday, ready for a semi-repeat of the last visit. I suited up in my oh-so-stylish paper gown.

Rocking the Paper GownRocking the paper gown!

The nurse sat down with me and started to explain the results again, only her explanation seemed more…heavy. That abnormal mole was a special kind of abnormal mole. There are three types of abnormal: mild, moderate, and severe. Mild and moderate are often just watched with no further action needed. But severe, well, that’s abnormal cells that are as close to melanoma as you can get without actually being melanoma.

It’s not skin cancer, and might not ever turn into skin cancer, but there’s a much higher chance that it could. And since there was a very large mole (I’ve named it Bertha) that this smaller mole was now touching after hovering near it like a moon before (I’ve now named the smaller mole the Death Star), they needed to take both out, as well as a decent border around all of it.

So this wasn’t going to be a tiny spot with one or two stitches then? No, not at all. The nurse explained that there was going to be a scar, and due to the position on my lower-mid-back, it’ll likely be an ugly scar. It’s impossible to keep the scar small when that part of the body is constantly being twisted, stretched and pulled.

The nurse left, and I sat in the room alone, my mind racing with this new information. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling so “no big deal” about this anymore. This was serious, and this was seriously going to be a minor surgery. That abnormal mole was setting off the cancer spidey-sense for my doctor, so I possibly dodged a big bullet by getting it removed now. What scared me even more is that she had looked at that one back in the fall and wasn’t concerned, and didn’t seem too concerned when she biopsied it back in April after I insisted that it looked like it had changed a little more in six months.

I understand why they didn’t tell me all of this on the phone when they set up the appointment. I would have been a nervous wreck for the next three weeks.

When the doctor came in, she went over everything again, telling me much of what the nurse had explained. Football-shaped incision to remove all of the skin down to the fat underneath, with a double layer of stitches – the inner layer would dissolve, the outer layer would be removed in two weeks. The doctor demonstrated how she’d pull the surrounding skin together when stitching it up, and I joked that it was a good thing I lost so much weight in the past few years so she’d have plenty of loose skin. She also made a point to tell me that this would likely be an ugly scar. I replied that I didn’t have any plans of being a back model anytime soon, and I’m far past any years of wearing a bikini, so it was fine. Humor – easy to use as a shield when dealing with hard news.

The whole procedure lasted about 45 minutes. I expected one or two shots of lidocaine to numb the area, but it was more like 10-12. The bee-sting feeling slowly faded to nothing, and they were then ready to begin. I laid on my stomach, wondering if I needed to not breathe too deeply so I didn’t affect the depth or direction her scalpel was moving.

(Warning: This next paragraph is graphic – if you’re easily squeamish, skip to the paragraph after it.)

I felt the nurse pressing against my back several times, and when she sat the gauze on the tray I realized she was dabbing away all of the blood coming from the area. Then the doctor pulled out a little tool that made several beeping noises. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, until the smell hit my nose. She was cauterizing blood vessels – the smell of burning flesh is hard to mistake with anything else. There was a lot of blood.

(OK, the worst is over, squeamish people continue reading.)

As she was finishing the stitches – and that part took awhile, too – I realized this was likely going to hurt when the numbing wore off , and started asking about restrictions while it heals.

Clean it daily, apply petroleum jelly to keep it moist and keep it bandaged. No ibuprofen or alcohol for a few days because of a risk of bleeding too much. If it starts to bleed, apply pressure and call the doctor or go to the ER if pressure doesn’t stop the bleeding.

Limited movement and no lifting for the first couple of days, too, then slowly allowing more movement, but cutting back quickly if it starts to bleed. No stretching or strength training exercises for several weeks – yoga is right out. Running/walking is OK in a week or so as long as I don’t twist too much in my torso when I run.

I realized my plans for exercising more have been temporarily put on hold because of this.

The new section of skin that was cut out will be sent to pathology again to confirm that there were no abnormal cells around the borders, and to take a closer look at any remaining abnormal cells in the sample. If the borders are clean, then all is well and I can go back to regular skin check appointments. If not…well, then I’m guessing we do this whole process again and take more out.

I have a large pressure dressing on my back that I’ll be changing for the first time today, and finally getting the first look at the stitches. As I got dressed in the doctor’s office, the pressure dressing was solid white. Two hours later I had already done too much, as I could see the blood in the gauze. It hurts, and I forgot just how much we use our backs for practically ANY movement.

Still…there’s a bright side to this story, and it’s an important one. It wasn’t cancer. OK, I guess I can’t say that for certain until the pathology report on the new skin cells comes back, but we’re pretty sure I’m good. Regular dermatologist skin checks are important for detecting changes early and removing anything suspicious before it could become cancer.

And wear your sunscreen. All the time. Especially if you’re a fair-skinned Irish-blood like me. My skin might not be trying to screw with me had I been better at applying my sunscreen and didn’t try to be tan as a kid.

Irish Girl SunbathingMy childhood summers, summed up in one photo.

The sun worship is long over in this house. I’ll admit to being more than a little scared of my own skin now. Will it decide to turn on me? Will I catch it in time? Could I have prevented this by taking better care of it when I was younger?

And if ever I need a reminder to wear my sunscreen daily and put it on the kids as well, I need only look at my back and the ugly scar that will be forming there.



An Update On My Healthy Living Goals

It’s been nearly two and a half months since I gave up soda. Since that time, I’ve had small drinks of Diet Coke twice – and both times now, I’ve found it doesn’t taste good at all. When I’m feeling a craving for caffeine, I opt for tea or iced coffee instead, and I’m completely satisfied with the changes.

The money we’ve saved by not buying soda has helped offset the costs of buying more organic foods. We want to avoid GMOs and pesticides as much as possible, but the costs for that add up quickly. Now that summer is here, more farmer’s markets are opening and I need to start planning my visits to them during the week so we can pick up more fresh, local produce. (Why must so many be on Saturday mornings when I don’t want to be awake?) We have some fantastic local farmers who I’d rather give our money to for freshly picked food as much as possible.

I still struggle with sugar. I’ve wanted to keep cutting back on sugar, but it’s so, so hard. Cutting out salt is easier than sugar, especially in the evenings when I always seem to crave a sugary treat. I’m making better choices when I can – real fruit versus added-sugar treats – but I admit that this is a constant struggle for me.

My fitness goals have been painfully ignored due to a lack of planning on my part. I start every day with the intent to work out, but plans often get in the way. My last attempt at running proved to me that the muscles in my legs may have memory, but my heart and lungs quickly forget everything I taught them.

Last Friday, I dusted off a strength training DVD I used to use regularly, with the intent of motivating myself to work out more by seeing how well I can still do it. That didn’t go so well. My legs were shaking throughout, and there were times I couldn’t finish the number of repetitions asked of me. I did make it to the end, but it wasn’t pretty at all.

The next day? Oh, I hurt. The day after that? Even more.

It did motivate me, though. Feeling those muscles again made me realize that I need to get moving more and carve out time in my schedule to exercise.

My weight is still holding steady about five pounds over my lowest weight. I’m aiming to erase that five pound gain entirely before the end of summer. I’m running in the Color Palooza 5K in a week and a half (let’s be honest, I’ll be walk-running that one), and I might sign up for more 5K races just to give myself forced goals. I hear there’s a 5K coming up where they spray you with water and dump water on you at several points – for someone who sweats as much as I do, that sounds lovely.

What are your healthy living goals right now? How’s it going?



I’m Kicking My Soda Habit!

You may remember at the start of April that I made a decision to begin eating healthier. Less processed junk, more whole foods, etc. One of the goals I had was to stop drinking soda. I can’t even begin to tell you how frightening a prospect that was at the time.

It’s not that I wanted to give up caffeine. Oh sure, I know it’s also not good for me and I could probably stand to have a little less of it in my life. But soda was not the optimal caffeine-delivery-system, especially the diet soda I was drinking every day. Yes, every day, often several a day. After all, it was diet soda, so there were no calories to worry about, right?

I couldn’t continue ignoring all of the studies linking diet soda to increased obesity, metabolic disorders, and all of the other ways it wrecks havoc on the body. It’s acidic, it’s full of difficult to pronounce chemicals, and the artificial sweeteners are not exactly the best ingredients to line the inside of my digestive tract.

Crushed Diet Coke can

Photo credit: Caro’s Lines

So I said goodbye to soda. And it’s been hard. REALLY hard. I’ve been tempted to reach for that bubbly sweetness on more than one occasion and had to force myself to step away from the can and reach for water instead.

I’ve been drinking more coffee and tea now, brewed fresh without the artificial ingredients. I use a splash of real cream with my coffee, and a little bit of cane sugar, honey or stevia with my tea.

This past weekend I found myself in a situation where my only choices for drinks were soda or water for a meal. I was exhausted after barely sleeping the night before, so I broke down and asked for a small Diet Coke. I had gone 48 days in a row with no soda, and the temptation was too strong, along with my desire for caffeine.  I knew I was putting my goal at risk, and that reminding my taste buds of the soda that I used to drink daily might start me down that path again.

As we were eating, I took my first sip of soda, and I was immediately not impressed with the taste. It was…off. A little bitter on my tongue with a chemical-y sweetness layered on top. At first I thought there had to be something wrong with this soda, but with each additional sip I realized that this is the way it’s always tasted.

I’m not used to the taste now, and it no longer tastes good. (Skye, you were right!)

This is huge for me. I’ve been a soda addict since I was a teen, and a diet soda fiend since college. Nothing until now has managed to completely tear me away from my fizzy mistress. Until now.

It seems going cold turkey for a month and a half might have finally helped re-wire my sense of taste back towards natural flavors and away from soda. Well, that and eating a lot less processed food. It’s amazing how good real food can taste once you forget how processed food tastes!

There have been other benefits, too. Since many non-soda drinks I like often have some calories in them, I’m more conscious of how much I’m drinking and I limit myself to only one or two a day.

This has resulted in drinking a lot more water again, too, which of course is better than many other drinks out there. And I think my skin looks better from all of the extra water, too.

I’m gonna brag for a moment and say I’m proud of myself for giving up this bad habit!

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