Showing posts with label Balance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Balance. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

Eat It, Just Eat It

Thaaaat's how CF is defeeeeaaattteeeedd. 

Kinda.

Warning, it's a long one. (shock). But it's worth it, I swear  I hope. 

One of the things I struggle with most - in "normal life" and my "CF life" - is paralyzing perfectionism. I have a hard time accepting less than perfect execution of pretty much anything I do; not just public things, but everything (though a fear/awareness of eventual judgement in the case of the public things does ratchet up the pressure a bit more). However, I am also (mostly) rational, and on some level, aware that what I not only *would like* from myself, but actually *expect* of myself is, for all intents and purposes, impossible. Therefore, I plan, and I research, and I ruminate, and I make charts, and "productively stall" to keep from actually beginning my idea, and therefore, put off failing at my idea. 

I have lots of ideas. Therefore, I am an excellent researcher. And planner. And chart-maker and filing-system-creator and notebook-organizer.  

But eventually, even I get frustrated and overwhelmed with all of the notebooks and systems and charts, and want to actually get started, God help me. So I throw myself ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN PERCENT! into whatever the plan (plans?) de jour may be, and they are executed WITH ABSOLUTE PERFECTION!

For approximately ninety-six hours. 

I then huddle in the corner (figureatively speaking - mostly) for at least another forty-eight hours, overcome with shame for my massive failure as a human being in all capacities. Or so my brain says. 

See what a yo-yo of compliance this creates? It's only made worse (for me, at least) by the seeming impossibly high stakes of failure, particularly in regards to my health. I have had just enough experiences of screwing up "just a little" resulting in significant, permanent damage to my health to have this notion of anything short of perfection as failure really strongly reinforced. And a lot of the rhetoric in the online CF community, while intended as motivating and encouraging, only piles on to my anxiety about failing to do everything perfectly all the time leading to a sudden and painful death, that even worse, I will be blamed for bringing on myself.  

Irony of ironies? I get so overwhelmed and scared that I end up doing nothing. Taking lots of naps, swearing to change and take over the world. In an hour. When I wake up refreshed. And eating lots of snacks, because hey! I have CF! Eating, eating is good! Right?

So when I really, truly, seriously, for keeps this time decided to get serious about a long-term "lifestyle change" rather than a metaphorical crash diet of nebs and running and tofu, I did some real research. Not the stall-y, fact-binging, intellectual hoarding kind that has left me well-equipped for Jeopardy! but not so much for actual living, but calm, measured, "what has worked for others? will this work for me?" planning and research. I knew that I had to figure out a way to strike a balance and continue to pursue excellence, but cut myself some slack and take off the pressure of perfection if I had any hope of maintaining this long-term.

Moreover, I had to decide for myself what my health-related priorities would be - not what "the CF community" had embraced as important, not what "society" writ large emphasized, not what my parents recommended, not even just what my doctors said (though their thoughts did have heavier weight than some others).  What health patterns make ME feel better, and what health patterns make me FEEL better? Physically, psychologically - what activities do I most strongly correlate with a feeling of whole-being sustained health? That's where I needed to start.

And for me, that wasn't lacing up my tennis shoes. It was eating.

In my calm research, I ran across Healthy Tipping Point - coincidentally, not long after the author, Caitlin, had injured herself and was unable to run for a while, and was therefore focusing less on EXERCISE IS GREAT! and more on HOW TO NOT FEEL LIKE A COUCH POTATO SLOB WHILE INJURED. One post, "The Emotional Side of Injury", served as a total, light-bulb, "aha" moment. Among other things, she writes:

"Don’t Fall Into the 'All or Nothing Trap':  Actually, I think this is the biggest takeaway lesson about healthy living, period.  You do not have to be all or nothing.  If you cannot exercise, you can still eat well and do all the other things necessary for health.  It is really easy to throw up your hands and say, “Oh, screw it!” and completely fall off the bandwagon for two months.  And honestly, I personally believe that healthy eating is way more important for your general health than exercise (it’s very difficult to “outwork” bad eating habits, as Miranda said on Twitter this morning), so if you can’t exercise for three months, you’re not going to be become a lump.  Look at your injury as an new opportunity to really focus on fueling your body with nutritionally-dense, whole foods, like lots of veggies, fruits, whole grains, etc.   Remember your body needs healthy foods so it can heal your injury quickly."

Beyond the obvious theme of  "Don't Fall Into the 'All or Nothing Trap'", her exaltation of healthy eating as being equally if not more important than exercise, struck such a cord with me. I'm not sidelined from all exercise by an injury, but being so out of shape means that I'm starting reeeeallly slowly, and I don't think I'm getting much real physical benefit from my walks and yoga yet, beyond setting the habits of doing them. Most of all, though, exercise has always been my Achilles heel of CF self-care, mostly because for me, it is the element I can least predict and control. Even when I was at my most consistent a few years ago, I never knew from day to day whether a workout would invigorate and energize me, or leave me wheezing, in pain, and exhausted. I've had hemoptysis in the middle of the street while walk/running, without so much as a kleenex (let alone a phone) to deal with it. So I'm a little apprehensive about exercising to the degree that my lungs (supposedly) benefit most, and even when I overcome my fears and do it, on a practical level, I kind of can't predict how it's going to affect the rest of my day. 

But guess what I can control? What I put in my mouth. And guess what makes a HUGE difference in how I feel almost immediately? Not eating tons of sugar and processed crap. Guess what else? actually eating lots of whole foods that naturally contain the vitamins and nutrients I need, instead of box o' mac with a side of pills to compensate. 

Before I go any further, a HUGE caveat: I am NOT talking to or about people who are doing all they can to pound 10,000 calories temporarily to avoid a feeding tube, or get their weight back up after an exacerbation, or to a certain extent, growing kids. I am also in no way judging people for whom healthy eating is an self-care Achilles heel. We've all been there, when all that matters is getting the most calories possible into every bite, and celery, even with ranch or pimento cheese, ain't gonna cut it. 

However - I am saying that there is simply too much evidence, scientific and anecdotal, to refute that processed crap (or in our case, over-reliance on processed crap) is a net loss for our overall health. Inflammation is such a key issue for so many of us, and this stuff is just gas in the inflammatory tank. I hear you, you need your mac n' cheese. Take the time to make it yourself - I guarantee it will have *at least* as many calories as the powdered-cheese-in-an-envelope kind, is just as easily bulked up ad the boxed stuff, and is made with actual, real food. Enchiladas? Good lord, what a homemade softball. Stir-fry? Right down the center - fat AND salt! Veggies can be dipped in homemade salad dressings, cheese spreads, bean dips, and the like, or can be roasted with a little garlic, rosemary and olive oil requiring little-to-no effort. For major CF points, they too can be really quickly stir-fried with some butter and soy sauce, then dipped in a quick, easy, mayo-based shrimp sauce. 

Just like the exercise fiends say, it's simply about making it a priority and making the time.  Admittedly, I have a penchant for playing around in the kitchen, just like a lot of workout fiends actually used to play and enjoy sports - I can't imagine. But what really makes eating healthfully an ideal starting point for me is that not only is food and nutrition more predictably controllable than exercise, it is literally the most efficient investment you can make in your health - CF or not. Medicines cost money. You have to make time for exercise. But seriously - no matter what, you are going to eat. Since you have to eat anyway, why not go for the option that not only sustains you, but that actually helps and nurtures you? With CF some part of us, if you think about it, is always "injured" to some degree or another. And there are foods, more and more foods every day, that are being demonstrated to actually help our bodies heal themselves. Even Unknown Cystic, king of the McGriddle, wrote a whole post in praise of broccoli. It's just a matter of retraining your palate, just like retraining your muscles - it takes a little adjustment, but it's worth it in the end.

So start small - seriously, do not clean out your pantry, do not go on a raw food cleanse. Have water (or lemonade, it's great for CF kidneys) with dinner instead of soda. Experiment with MAKING your favorite tried-and-true, bulk-up trash food. Swap out a chips/cookies/other out of the bag snack for a sandwich (or fruit and some cheese or peanut butter) instead. And just like training for a 5k (or a mile around the block), keep adding more until you've reached your goal - whether that be a clean eating overhaul, or simply quitting a certain food or foods.

But don't be fooled - trash in, trash out isn't just about um, your fondness of Ke$ha. 

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Mommy, Wow! I'm a Big Girl Now!

I'm in class. I should be paying attention. But it's a redundant, boring class (reading assigned, said reading broken down verbatim on PowerPoint slides, said slides read verbatim in monotone), and I'm super tired and laden with blog-guilt. But there's a real, legit reason I've been too busy to update! The big exciting news I've been terrified to say anything too early about lest I jinx it is that I GOT A BIG GIRL JOB!

I am now employed at a local law firm which I will refer to from here on out as The Firm, as I don't want my chronicles of inexperience and moronic mistakes, of which there are already many and I'm sure many to come, to reflect poorly on the wonderful folks I work for. Especially since they have provided me with, essentially, THE perfect job for a CFer, or at least THIS CFer.



I was originally "interning"/helping out/generally hanging around doing grunt work learning by osmosis. One of the partners is in charge of maintaining the firm website, and needed it done but is busy beyond belief, so she asked me if I'd be willing to take on the project, and just come in the office when it worked for my schedule, or even take it home to work on it. Trying to angle for a "real" job eventually, I chose to do my work there, just to be a presence and all that networky stuff.

The last day of my first week of interny work, the receptionist/an associate attorney's paralegal randomly quit without notice. So Friday morning, I get a call from Partner 3 (as she will be referred to) called me at 8:30 to see if I could come in and answer phones, as her paralegal, the only other non-lawyer in this particular office (but not in the firm) had serendipitously had to go to the hospital the night before. I told her I was in my pajamas and in need of a shower, so it wouldn't be pretty, but I'd be there in half an hour. She came in to the office later that afternoon and asked if I'd be willing to come back on Monday as a "non-volunteer".

I did a little dance inside and agreed, simply grateful that I would now actually be making money to do anything, no matter how menial, related to the field I've chosen - particularly given the current economic climate, and given that many if not most of the people who've graduated when I did are working retail if they're lucky.


That was two weeks ago tomorrow. Earlier this week, a former paralegal for The Firm came in and interviewed for a position as a paralegal for Abandoned Associate (as he will be referred to from here on out), but only wanted something part-time. Gosh darn, what shall we do? Oh! Wait! Our perky and well-dressed new receptionist/web designer/office grunt is wrapping up her paralegal certification program, perhaps she'd be interested in working the other part-times! Would you, baby paralegal? Why of course, I reply, particularly once I was informed that this will more than likely evolve into something full time once I "graduate." On this one, I actually went to the bathroom and did a little dance.

As to the CF-related perfection of said position. Three of the named partners are close family friends of ours (one of whom I consider my unofficial Godfather, and whom I've repeatedly informed that family-be-darned, if something happens to my parents, I'm spending holidays at his house) and so most of the Firm is already well aware of at least the fact that I have CF, and many actually have some history and gory details, given their close-family-friend status. They know not to be worried when I cough, they aren't bothered by my snacking and food fixations, and the other paralegal at the office, referred to from hereon out as Sage (in honor of her above-and-beyond willingness to help me out as I learn the ropes), has actually started grabbing the phone for me in the few cases where I've been hacking my head off when it rings.

Also, Sage lives about an hour from the office, and so she's worked out an agreement with her supervising attorney, Partner 3, where she comes in half an hour early (8:00) and leaves at 4:30 instead of 5:00. So she was all too happy with my proposal to please, sweet Lord, let me come in at 9:00 and leave at 5:30 so I don't have to get up in the middle of the night to get all my treatments and dog-care done before I come to work. Speaking of commutes...mine is ten minutes...with traffic. So as long as I'm ready by 8:45, I'm golden. Seriously?! I have had to commute at least 20 minutes (usually more like 45) one way since I was in second grade until I graduated college - excluding an 8-month stint in an apartment near campus. So this whole hop-in-the-car and be there thing pretty much blows my mind.

The non-commute is wonderful just for its own sake, but it's even better from a CF logistics standpoint. If/when the time comes that I'm doing good to be awake and breathing at work, and/or I need to do home IVs, I'm close enough that I can come home at lunch and do an extra vest/saline treatment, or lay out/hook up to IV's, or even just take a quick nap if I need to.

Lastly, while I still dress pretty cute simply because the novelty hasn't worn off yet and I'm still trying to prove that I can and should be taken seriously, the office (and my house) is in SmallTown, in SmallCounty, so the dress code is simply "neat and professional" rather than "court-ready at all times" like it can be at big slick firms. This will be super important, I expect, during exacerbation lead-ups and home IV stints, when I'm doing good to be clean, let alone coifed.

That's all for now...my "CF Firsts", as well as ruminations on what I've learned, practically and existentially, to follow... especially now that I'm finally getting the hang of this "balance" concept (I tend to be a 110%, the bare minimum is my best type crazy person, so I have to burn myself out a little on anything new and worky and important and exciting to me, but I digress). Thanks for your patience with my nonblogging, dear bloggyfriends...just because I'm not posting doesn't mean I'm not keeping up with your bloggyworlds!