After years of living to eat instead of eating to live, I find myself in a position shared with many others…food is now the enemy. I have been lactose intolerant for most of my life, which I have been able to manage by carefully balancing what I eat with those little miracle lactose supplement pills, but over the last year something changed. I found myself nauseous after every meal, sometimes just a little and other times to the point of talking myself down from vomiting. I cut out all dairy and even gluten, but the problem persisted. After months of tests and trial and error, the latest diagnosis of functional dyspepsia and/or gastroparesis is the winner. I have been told my stomach does not empty properly, a lifelong condition to be managed by careful diet and consumption limits.
Thankfully, all of my changes have resulted in feeling better than I have for over a year, but eating is a full time job. My days consist of dairy free, gluten free, no raw vegetables, lean fats, high protein, oh, and I can only eat small amounts every few hours. My measuring stick for small amounts…a deck of cards. By limiting myself to all of the above and portions no more than the size of two decks of cards, I have found the silver bullet!
The challenge now is within my mind. Walking away from chocolate frosted donuts when I get my Iced Tea at Dunkin Donuts, never eating pizza again, and passing on the warm dinner rolls in a restaurant even though they smell like heaven. Once in a while, I fall off the wagon, but my symptoms are always there to remind me.
A must see adventure when traveling in New England!
The Mount Washington Auto Road leads to one of the most beautiful places on earth. While known for record breaking winds and cold, spectacular vistas set in an almost mystical background provide a paradise for outdoor lovers, photography buffs, and thrill seekers. Note…the auto road is not for the faint at heart. Anyone with a fear of heights should consider taking the Cog Railway, another adventure in itself.
As you wind up the narrow road, take your time to stop and explore the areas (plus your car will appreciate the break). This is a two lane road, so meeting traffic requires a little finesse. Once at the top, break out your sweatshirt…even in the summer. The day I went was a beautiful 70 degree day, but the summit was 42 degrees with a wind chill of 17 degrees.
You will find breathtaking hiking trails, but heed any warning signs and always be prepared. Tuckerman’s Ravine is one of the most famous trails in the world, but can also be dangerous…respect the terrain. After your summit adventure, take a break in their cafe for a warm cup of chili and enjoy a museum dedicated to this famous mountain.
The valentines card made by my daughter just weeks before my mother died is just another in a long stream of precious artifacts. Since my father’s passing in September, our family has painstakingly sifted through over a century of memories. My parents bought their house in the 1960’s, and ever since have collected treasures from our family. As the older generations of grandparents, aunts, and uncles passed away, my parent’s three story barn became an archive of memories.
I never understood why the older generations kept every little piece of their life, but now, I am grateful for their ways. Letters from my uncle who stormed the beaches of Normandy, my great-great grandfather’s civil war medal, and a beautiful wedding dress worn by someone that I’ll never know.
Unfortunately, my generation has gone to the extreme. I have not printed a photo in years, tossed my yearbooks as useless clutter, and failed to save almost everything from my childhood. My kids and grandkids will never know what meant the most to me over the years.
Here’s to a future made of a happy middle between packrat and minimalist!