...because you just might get it – and not the way you planned on it either! While I was pregnant with Elsa I often prayed “God when I had surgery at 18 – it jump started my thyroid – maybe the c-section could jump start my thyroid again – and then I could lose some weight. I really want to lose some weight God.”
Well – I got through the c-section okay, and we are well on our way to recovery ten weeks later and God seems to be answering my prayer to lose weight. But not in the way I wanted. God, I have determined, truly has a sense of humour.
Elsa, while not suffering from reflux as seriously as some of my previous babies have, still has some digestive problems, especially when it comes to chocolate. Shortly after Elsa’s birth she began to inform us through gas and oodles of spit up which foods she can tolerate, and which she can’t. Tomatoes and onions were a given, and not even in my diet yet. But imagine my consternation when it became obvious that chocolate was an issue! Chocolate! If I cheat and have even just a snippet of chocolate – Elsa is simply ill the next day. Miserable and burpy and unable to settle.
So – I simply replaced the chocolate on my menu with my second favourite – molasses cookies. A particular brand is my weakness. Almost immediately Miss Elsa kicked up a fuss! Then I discovered my daily tea with it’s oodles of sugar that I used, was a problem.
Hmm – maybe asking God to intervene with this weight loss issue wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. Yes – Elsa’s birth was going lead to weigh loss, but not in the way I imagined. Candy or cookies, anyone? I have a few boxes to give away…
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There must be something in the air, the stars... hmmmm... this morning I awoke to resolve... after looking in the mirror and having a "WHO IS THAT!!!!!!!! " moment, admitting to myself that the pains in my side, the return to walking with a cane, maybe even the plaque in my throat that is choking me... is all the liver again, and so I must go back to my " being good" diet. I am not supposed to eat anything with gluten, beef, most alcohol... in short, I am meant, for some reason of my chemistry, to live on rabbit food. So, it is back to tea in the morning with a little fruit then Greek salad for dinner...
God does send us small joys in these challenges... the energy I feel on that Spartan diet is really nice, I feel like a kid again after a few days, and after a few weeks fit back into clothes I owned in high school. But OH! Those first days... well... I will be thinking of thy trials and praying for thee on thy baby enforced diet!
Thy friend in dietary privation,
lor
Speaking of Chocolate: In our Quaker meeting, an activist friend feels that we should abstain because she thinks it's grown by slaves.
Well I told her that I've cut down to 3 times a day.
Blessings to everyone.
Grown by slaves - does anyone know if there is any truth to this? If so - once it no longer upsets my daughter's tummy - I will still have motivation to say no to this "vice". Perhaps they are not slaves, but one could give thought to the working conditions of those who are providing us with what is really a luxery... Myself - I would be prepared to pay more for my chocolate addiction, if it meant better wages for those who are providing the raw material.
Thanks for that input - and really Larry Three times!
LOL
Blessings
Christi
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