“Accept, Acknowledge and Awake.”
-Aditya Ajmera
I haven’t posted a new blog post in about six months. I’ve written several that I have not published- either I felt like they were not good enough or whatever I had to say was not important. I think it’s fair to say that I’ve been in a funk for awhile and maybe I just wanted to wallow in it by myself for awhile. I’ve decided to acknowledge that I really haven’t been taking care of myself lately and maybe this means that I’m ready to do something about it. I know that if I don’t change some habits soon I’m headed for health complications and more self loathing.
I’ve completely fallen off the healthy food eating bandwagon. Eating healthy is a huge way to take care of myself and it involves a lot of effort. In March of 2015 I figured out that my body does not tolerate gluten, dairy, onions, or acidic foods very well. As you can imagine- a diet free of these foods is a giant expensive pain in the ass. I’ve always had a complicated relationship with food. I love the way it tastes, hate what it does to my body. I’ve always joked that just looking a certain foods adds 10lbs to my frame. Food has been a comfort, a way to celebrate, a way to make me feel better about life’s circumstances. It’s been easy to justify eating crap because I’ve not been a regular alcohol drinker for a year and a half. I’ve eliminated a lot of my vices or unhealthy coping skills, so if I want to buy pumpkin cupcakes I’ve let myself. The pumpkin cupcakes then lead to whatever bread I want to eat, adding chips to my lunch, eating cake and ice cream, to driving through McDonalds. People say that everything in moderation is fine, but for me moderation leads to indulgence over and over. I seem to do better with all or nothing. The food makes me feel comforted- for me Mcdonalds was a speacial treat when I was a kid and I think it brings me back to that care free kid feeling.
I’ve had a cold for two weeks, which is rare for me. I’ve injured my knee, which I know I can’t blame on my food intake, but I can’t help but wonder if my food choices lead to inflamation which made it easier for the knee injury to happen. I’m watching my hard work disolve as my clothes are becoming tighter and my reflection in the mirror larger. I also wonder if my dietary changes are an indication of bigger issues beneath the surface. I don’t like myself very much sometimes and I wonder if this just gives me more material to get mad at myself or if I’ve simply just been unable to be kind to myself. Maybe food is something to obssess about so I don’t have to deal with harder things.
Taking care of Patrick has gotten harder and weighs a lot more on my emotions. I think that’s part of the reason I’ve been just eating what I want in the moment. It’s hard to sit with someone who is wasting away before your eyes. To have to check to see if he’s still breathing. So much has changed in a year and it’s hard to remeber now that it was only six months ago that he was still able to be by himself and was walking and eating mostly unassisted. Yesterday he was almost comatose. I often feel like I am just talking out loud to myself. No interaction at all, he was either sleeping or just staring off into space. Feeding him was not going to happen because he woudn’t open his mouth. I can’t help but wonder if he has any quality of life left. If he’s even aware of his quality of life. My heart starts to break just by writing about him.
I can tell a correlation between the foods I eat and my depression. Shitty food makes me feel good in the moment, but then I feel shame, guilt, and just gross afterwards. I’m already fighting against genetics- the short, broad shoulder and stout kind.
I’ve got to find the drive, gumption? whatever to get back in line and make the effort to eat better foods. I’m just not sure where to find it. I’ve started a new medication- after two years of being back on medication I have not found the right cocktail yet. Out with Prozac and Buspar and onto Brintallix. I’ve started to wonder if there is a medication that’s benefits will out weigh the side effects. Maybe Brintallix is the key. I’ve been on it for two days and I have noticed a pep in my step. Hopefully that’s not my imagination and this medication ends up being helpfull.