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My brother just taught me how to post a REAL picture! I’m very excited about this. Me, in the middle…my 30th birthday, two of my three sisters. Luv ’em.

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A new excuse for laziness

I don’t need a new excuse to be lazy.  Some of my friends view my personality as “laid back.” But I know that’s just a nice term for the truth. I’m lazy, I realize it. I’ve always detested housework, I’ve never been the first to jump up and start clearing everyone’s dishes off the table.  I’m different than the average housewife. I don’t jump up after dinner to clear away the dishes. I know this is sounding redundant. I’ve written posts about the disdain I have for these monotonous daily chores. I have to best friends that wear me out just watching what they do and I wonder why I don’t have that energy. 

I told my mom one desperate day, “I either have enrgy for the kids, or the house, not both.” She replied “There has to be something wrong with you because I had plenty for all when I was your age.”

OH REALLY????  That makes me feel alot better! Love ya mom!

Well ladies and gents, there is something wrong with me, and the answer has come in the form of lab results from my doctor…

I HAVE ANEMIA!!!

Anemia (AmE) or anaemia (BrE), from the Greek (Ἀναιμία) meaning “without blood”, refers to a deficiency of red blood cells(RBCs) and/or hemoglobin. This results in a reduced ability of blood to transfer oxygen to the tissues, causing hypoxia; since all human cells depend on oxygen for survival, varying degrees of anemia can have a wide range of clinical consequences. Hemoglobin (the oxygen-carrying protein in the red blood cells) has to be present to ensure adequate oxygenation of all body tissues and organs.

The three main classes of anemia include excessive blood loss (acutely such as a hemorrhage or chronically through low-volume loss), excessive blood cell destruction (hemolysis) or deficient red blood cell production (ineffective hematopoiesis). In menstruating women, dietary iron deficiency is a common cause of deficient red blood cell production.

Anemia is the most common disorder of the blood. There are several kinds of anemia, produced by a variety of underlying causes. Anemia can be classified in a variety of ways, based on the morphology of RBCs, underlying etiologic mechanisms, and discernible clinical spectra, to mention a few.

Sorry, was that boring? I find it fascinating, even exciting. Because I have a blood disorder.

Can I use this now as an excuse for my laziness? Because let me tell ya, there have been many days recently where I physically cannot function, I’m so tired I take multiple naps throughout the day and still hit the bed at 10 at night with great fervor.  I have been thinking that maybe with my family’s disposition towards depression that that was what was wrong. But I was confused. I didn’t feel depressed, I felt tired. I felt embarrassed that I was so tired. I felt first trimester pregnancy tired and I knew I wasn’t pregnant. 

I’ve been working out.  There are good days and bad, but on the whole I’ve been EXHAUSTED ALL THE TIME!

So I’m hoping this is the answer. I’m starting my regimen of iron which I will take faithfully, and in two months I will see my doctor again. And hopefully this time I can talk to him without becoming a blubbering idiot.

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Sad, but true. Can I blame my parents? My dad is just like me. We have the same build, skinny, and tall. I have his chicken legs and broad shoulders. And his sweet tooth. He’s the guy that eats pie for breakfast, and I tend to agree with him about that one. It’s the same thing as a breakfast pastry, only much better. If you heat it up and add ice-cream you’ve got fruit, bread and dairy. Fabulous!

When my dad was in highschool he used to by a dozen maple bars and some rootbeer and finish them in and evening at a highschool ball game.

Did I mention maplebars are my favorite?

So yeah, I think I can blame this on my dad. After every healthy meal I make I feel the need to balance it with something sweet.  And it’s much worse now after all the holidays. I need some major detoxing.

When I was pregnant with Buster, he came out weighing 9’15, and I shouldn’t same “came out” because he had to be pulled out with a vacuum on his head.  Yeah, I had major damage from that one but we can get in to that some other time.  But for the next two children they tested me twice for gestational diabetes, thinking that’s what made him big. I laughed and told them two things,

first: test me all you want, but this body of mine lives off sugar, it processes sugar in large amounts everyday, it’s totally used to it.

second: if I ever did test positive (which I never have) I think my body would suffer more damage going through sugar withdrawals then it ever would carrying a large child.

I know I need help. What can a girl do? I’ve been living this way since I graduated high-school. (Maybe I shouldn’t call myself a girl, am I considered a woman know that I’m 30?)

I maintained a pretty healthy diet in highschool. I was a dancer, I had to stare at myself in a huge mirror 6 hours a day 5 days a week. Though this did not lead to any eating disorders, I was careful about what I put into my body. Nevertheless, some candy is considered non-fat, and you can be sure I partook occasionally.

There are two stories in my family that are brought up mercilessly when we get together.

One is how I stole all of my sisters valentine candy and hid their Valentine mailboxes in the attic so they would think they misplaced them.

The other is that I started this C.O.W. club (Care Of World) when I was about 11, my cousins and sisters and I would put on plays for money. We had a big tin going and we were going to buy and acre of rain-forest with it. (I was very nature conscious as a youngster) Anyway, one desperate day, I took that tin and went down to the local mini-mart and SPENT IT ALL ON CANDY!

What can I say. Even reading it now I’m desperately ashamed and realizing maybe my problem is bigger than I thought. 

I went to photography school for college. It was very expensive, I was constantly buying materials for class, developer, paper, film.  It all adds up. And my car was a yellow ’76 Cadillac Deville, sweet ride my grandpa gave me, but it cost about $14 a day to get to and from Seattle.

So during college I ate what I could afford. A candy bar was only .50 cents, and filled me up for a few hours. When I finished school and moved back in with my parents I was pretty much emaciated.

I can make many excuses, but the first step to recover is admittance, is it not? Am I doomed to another 30 years of slavery to that refined drug of choice? Is a woman of my age and accomplishments not entitled to the little bit of joy that a sugar high brings? I don’t know all the answers. Eventually it’s GOT TO STOP.

I’ll be letting you know how it goes, as I train for the triathlon that should really help. That, and switching to some other vice. (kidding!)

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