This thread gets more inspirational each time I read it. I have suffered from undiagnosed depression since my teen years (Amanda, your descriptions of some of your "meals" reminded me of mine from high school - a soda and chips for "nutrition" break, McD's fries and a shake for lunch, followed by either tennis practice, a match, or track & field, depending on the season. . I refused, though, to admit that anything might be wrong, and kept going about life. I also have always dealt with a severe sugar addiction, though I would never had admitted that. To the outside, I looked very healthy (5'9" and 140 pounds at my wedding! ), though I was sick quite a bit. The year following the birth of my first son was horrible. I was terribly sick at one point (dr. said it was a very prolonged asthma attack, though I would put money on it being pertussis), hated my job, was tired, weaned my son at 9 months (long story for another post), and then ended up pregnant when he was only 14 months old. I miscarried that baby and my depression hit very hard. My ob prescribed paxil, which I continued through the pregnancy of my second son, as well as 1 1/2 years of nursing him. I know my lack of health and nutrition, as well as the side-affects of my depression got passed onto him. He has major speech delays (more than likely will get an official diagnosis of verbal apraxia), and seems to have some minor sensory issues. But, considering what could be, we feel very fortunate that is all. I just had our third son. I nursed throughout that pregnancy and am now tandem nursing. I thank God that I found The Maker's Diet, which put us along this path, just before getting pregnant. Although my diet was way off during most of the pregnancy, it was 10x better than before. I knew, though, once I had Elliot, that I was not going to be managing things well. My temper was very short, and considering I don't do well on limited sleep, not getting much sleep wasn't helping at all. Between NT/EFLF concepts, what I learned through TMD, and The Mood Cure, I feel I am finally on the mend. I am loosing weight that I had carried after my second son's birth. I can typically manage each day without collapsing on the couch in the afternoon for a nap (though if I sit around that time I'll likely doze off ). Raw milk, cultured dairy, coconut oil, grass-fed beef, clo, amino acids, B-complex, and magnesium have all been my salvation. Dh is finding the same thing with him ... his depression issues are going away, his IBS is going away ... we both are beginning to feel better, and can definitely feel it when we aren't on our game. For instance today, we went down to dh's grandmother's 93rd birthday. I didn't realize ahead of time that we should have eaten before leaving. Once there, there was only cake and ice cream to eat. We ate it, and immediately got headaches. It's hard to fight the food issues all the time. But we know what makes us feel better and that helps. It's hard to remember to take our pills at night. But we know how we feel when we forget.
This is so true. There are days still where the fight for me is tough. But my fight is with myself ... remembering to take the things I need, taking the time to cook a whole, real meal, drinking my water ... some days I don't want that fight, but those days are getting more and more rare. Because we have fought so hard to get to this point, I think we can finally see the other side. We know where we've been, and having tasted that it can be really good, don't want to go back. I still have days where I want to curl up and cry because I feel like I'm being impatient, short, and ill-tempered. But those days are getting fewer and far between. It is a long journey. And on those days that are tougher, I also try to remember how far I've come ... to think that just over 1 year ago I was on paxil and feeling like crud, addicted to sugar, and still getting knocked out each day by the fight, I know I've come a very long way. 's to us all.
Originally Posted by Gale Force
At some point you should have energy for the fight and so the fight itself doesn't seem like the end of the world.