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Life with Endo


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For the most part I talk about my art adventures here but I also vent my human side from time to time.
Had a great weekend and brunch with friends, a forbidden biscuit and chocolate chip cookies. 😲 I've actually not been eating gluten and much sugar so guess what? I felt like total crap afterward and looked a puffy mess.
 It was time to do the inevitable- get tough.
So now I know the new hormones (progestin) aren't spinning me back into the hospital BUT my hormones are way outta whack. This was evident in a pic we had taken at brunch. My boobs are 5 times their normal size and there's hormonal weight that is way off balance. So working out constantly and not eating gluten were not enough. It's super restrictive diet time, mostly vegetable time and unfortunately- coffee cutting time. The most painful thing actually. Ive done it before and I can do it again. As of today my 2 "cups" (scientifically 4 cups) is cut to 1 1/2 cup and my usual 2 teaspoon sugar daily allotment is 1 this week. Next week will be cut more until I'm on a tiny amount of stevia or just tossing the whole ritual and drinking a green shake instead. Im not doing cold turkey headachesville.
Despite my love of pizza (I hardly eat pizza- I post about it more than I actually have it) the culprit behind the weight is...birth control, whacked out hormones and yes- ENDOMETRIOSIS. You take the birth control to manage the monster of ENDO and so your hormones become totally crazy and don't do their jobs anymore and no matter if you kill yourself on the treadmill- that weight aint going nowhere. You can even stop fast food, cook everything clean and live on gluten free cauliflower rice- you are screwed.
You have to attack from ALL SIDES and be strategic and that is where I find myself today. Im stuck on the birth control rollercoaster for now - and  eating to balance my hormones, working out even harder than I have been and totally eliminating "estrogenic" foods. More supportive herbs and I'm getting on DIM this week.
Endometriosis is no joke and it's totally turned my body into a scientific experiment outta control.
I actually DO have to calorie count to make sure Im putting in less calories so Im in a deficient state and burning fat...caused by excess estrogen...caused by screwy hormones.
So welcome to my secret life of endometriosis. Im committed to turning it all around.
Pass me the damn salad.

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