Posted in Health

Byetta Post #2

One of the side effects of Byetta is nausea. Um…they weren’t kidding. It feels like morning sickness! I actually woke up this morning around 5 and was up and throwing up by 5:10. I haven’t taken my shot yet–I didn’t eat enough at any one point to call it a meal.

On my list of things to buy at Hershey is SALTINES! Ugh!

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Posted in Health

Byetta

I started a new medication yesterday called Byetta. It’s an injectable. It took me the LONGEST time to finally work up the courage to actually poke myself. That part wasn’t bad, really. The medicine burned a bit. But my, does it work! It does a few different things: delay gastric emptying, regulate blood sugar, convince your brain you are full….all things I struggle with because of my PCOS.

Have I talked about PCOS? You know, I don’t think I have! Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome. My body makes too much insulin, which inhibits my ovaries from working properly, gives me way too much hair on my chin (YUCK), makes it hard to lose weight, makes me very irregular, makes me at risk for Type 2 Diabetes….all sorts of charming things. I’m on Fortamet, which is a diabetic drug, already. That helps process the extra insulin, which actually really helps. I tend to picture all the extra insulin as covering my ovaries. When it’s used up, the work properly. Sometimes I even ovulate!

So, today I took another shot. Whew! I really can tell a difference! So far I’ve had:
Breakfast – Cereal
Snack (really late right before lunch) – Orange
Lunch – Chicken salad (made with light Miracle Whip) on a bun.
Snack (that’s now at 4:10) – A cookie. One. That’s it.

Can I just tell you that that is an incredibly light day for me???? And I wasn’t really hungry! It’s amazing how different I feel! So far I’m really liking this drug! Although, I gotta tell you, I wish it was in pill form. Really. But for now, I’ll suck it up and take the shot. And hopefully lose weight because I’m eating so much less! WooHoo!

Posted in Recipe

Mediterranean Diced Salad

I got this recipes years ago from either Better Homes and Gardens or Light and Tasty Magazine. Either way, I’ve made it for years and love how summery and light it is. It’s a great side dish! Sorry, no pics, though. I haven’t made it yet this season.

Mediterranean Diced Salad:
1 19 oz can of chick peas
1 red pepper
1 cucumber
2 stalks celery
1 cup halved grape tomatoes
juice of one large lemon, about 1/4 cup
2 tablespoon white vinegar
2 tablespoons olive oil
1/2 cup chopped fresh parsley
salt and pepper

Drain and rinse chickpeas and put in a large mixing bowl. Core red pepper and dice into half-inch squares. Add to blow. Peel and chop cucumber; slice celery lengthwise and chop. Add to bowl. Add halved grape tomatoes.

In a measuring cup or small bowl, whisk lemon juice, vinegar and olive oil. Pour over salad ingredients. Toss well to coat all ingredients. Add parsley and mix again. Sale and pepper to taste. Refrigerate until ready to serve.

6 servings, 142 cals, 4 gr protein, 6 gr fat, 18 gr carb, 5 gr fiber.

Can also add different fresh herbs for different flavors.

Posted in Hershey Feeding Clinic

Care Pages

I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested, but thought I would post just in case. I’ll be doing a carepage for Ethan while we are at Hershey.

1. Go to www.carepages.com

2. Click “Visit a CarePage”

3. Register (first-time users only)

4. After you’ve registered, enter the exact CarePage Name below:

I can’t guarantee that I’ll update it every day, but I’m going to try! We leave on Sunday, four short days from now!

Posted in Kids, Sex

Sex Education

One of my friends on one of my boards (I post on three) brought up the idea of how and when to start having talks with her daughter about sex and periods and such. Being that I have some strong ideas about this, I thought I would share them with you.

I tend to believe that kids these days are WAY to sophisticated and knowledgeable about things having to do with sex. I half blame the media that encourages it and half blame the parents for allowing the kids to watch the media. My kids are pretty innocent about stuff. The have knowledge that is appropriate for 5 and 6 year olds to have. If they have questions, I definitely answer them, which is why Bennett knows that a baby grows inside a uterus, which only women have (and even the whereabouts of its location–he ASKED!)

We are going through a series of books called God’s Design for Sex. There are four books, one each for the following ages: 3-5, 5-8, 8-11, 11-14. So far I’ve read the first one to Bennett and Laura and need to read it to Catie and Ethan. I’m not sure how much Ethan will understand, but I want him to at least listen to what it says.

My mom talked to me as a kid, well, she says she did but I have no recollection of it. In 5th grade our school separated the boys and girls and gave them each a film. I have no clue what the boys learned about, but ours talked about periods, breasts and hair. As an adult, I think I’m a little blase about the whole thing, but I know that Laura and Catie need to be educated about what all is going to happen. I got my first period at 13, but I know that girls are getting them earlier and earlier now. A daughter of a friend of mine called from school to tell her mother she got her period at NINE. She had no clue what it was. Because who would think to talk about that at NINE? So I want to be prepared.

I want my kids to have more respect for themselves than I did. I want them to know they can ask us anything at any time. I want them to save themselves for their spouses–to respect both themselves and their future mate enough to do that. I want them to have a healthy attitude about sex–to have enough knowledge for their age, and not treat it as something either dirty or shameful or forbidden.

God created sex for us! (Thank you, God!) I hope I can instill His attitude about it in my children.

Posted in Cleaning, Kids, To Do List

11 Rooms in 26 Days?

Left on the List:
Master Bedroom
Master Bathroom
Kitchen
Dining Room

Now, the kitchen really just has to be mopped, and maybe have the oven cleaned if I’m really ambitious. Everything else is done. But I hate HATE mopping. The dining room, which is really the eat in part of our kitchen, but is separated by a peninsula of cabinets, required pictures being hung and yes, more mopping.

But the bedroom and bathroom…..low man on the totem pole because NO ONE ELSE SEES THEM. They are upstairs and no visitors ever go there. Not that Jim and I don’t deserve a nice room to sleep in, but as I said, low man on the totem pole. Which, if you think about it, is rather a heathen phrase, but oh well. If I don’t get to the bedroom other than changing the bed, well, my heart is not broken! I doubt Jim’s will be, either. Now, the bathroom….UGH. Why is hair so attractive on one’s head and so disgusting on the floor or the wall? And why does my hair STICK TO THE WALL?? It must fly off during hair drying and the force of it just makes it stick? Who knows?!

I’ve never done this before, but I saw the most hilarious YouTube video today. I’m going to try to embed. Here goes…..

(It’s an Engineer’s Guide to Cats. Having a BIL with three cats, who also is an engineer, made this even more funny.)

(Deep breath) ANYWAYS, as I posted below, I took all four kids to the store today. Not of my own free will, but because I had no other option. Ethan sat in the front kid-thingy and the others trailed behind, beside, in front, around, and generally got in the way. However, on a good note, they met several people we knew–from their elementary school or preschool. That’s a fairly common occurrence at the local Wal*Mart. But thrilling for them, nonetheless. Ok, for me as well, because it made them happy. Happy children are obedient children. Whenever we got out en masse, I always ask them if they are going to be monkeys or ladies and gentlemen. While they respond the latter, it pretty much always disintegrates into the former.

AND WHY DO CHILDREN FEEL THE NEED TO SHOVE THINGS INTO YOUR FACE?????

Arg. Catie just put her now-dirty glasses right up to my face. Before my nasal surgery a few years ago, I probably would have been ok with that. But ever since then, I have this phobia with things being SHOVED INTO MY FACE. Ok, you get it.

Wow. This is getting long. Sorry! I have a few quiet moments and wanted to share my day. 6 days left until Hershey and counting!