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The Origins of Fibromyalgia

March 9, 2009

I filed Worker’s Comp on my wrists in 1992. 

Back then no one had any idea what was wrong with me. It wasn’t Carpal Tunnel at all.  They called it “tendonitis” and told me tendons had to be rested to heal (different from muscles – where you work it out). I started seeing Network Chiropractors and got *some* relief, but it never really addressed *any* of the pain in my joints… ever.
 
I now do some exercises called “Egoscue,” and they help a LOT. (Thank you, Tim.)  www.egoscue.com
 
Over the years, I have put this together with other bodily situations and come up with a lot.
 
When I was in elementary school, I used to complain that it hurt my legs to walk to school. Not knowing of my genetic intolerance for carbohydrates, the way the resulting over-production of insulin would cause severe and painful inflammation in my body, Mother told me I’d get used to it.
 
I never did.
 
I had just had sugary cereal or cinnamon toast or something else with WAY too many carbs for my insulin impaired body to handle.  My joints began to swell, but it wasn’t noticeable for several more years.
 
It hurt to run in PE, so I didn’t. I walked… starting in elementary school with Mrs. Washuta all annoyed at me and Theresa for not running.
 
When I went out dancing with my friend, Jimmy Cook, I could never dance for very long without being in pain. So I rested a lot. Eventually, by the time I was with Martha in 1985, all I did was dance in my chair.
 
This extra causes weight gain. 

Insulin is a hormone that tells the body to HOLD FAT. Duh. 

And of course, since movement is so painful, we don’t get enough exercise, which makes all of this even worse.

Now, with this information on carbohydrates, I  know why the raw food diet works for me:  you can’t usually eat carbs unless they are cooked!
 
3 days on a raw food diet and the pain goes away considerably. 10 days and I lose weight.
 
 
SO HERE ARE THE FOOD THINGS I FOUND OUT:
 
 
Carbohydrates are the biggest problem. This means:  no bread, no sandwiches, no pasta, no potatoes, no fries, no rice, no corn chips. 
 
The only things that don’t cause me problems are (preferably raw) fruits and veggies and fish, meat, chicken.
 
If I stick to that, I hurt less and lose weight… if I don’t, it’s the opposite.
 
I recently read this paragraph in the book, “The Fat Flush Diet,” and that is when suddenly more of these things made sense:
 
Insulin, Inflammation and Fat Storage
 
“a diet high in pro-inflammatory, fast-acting or high glycemic carbohydrates (starches and simple sugars) keeps insulin levels elevated, which promotes fat accumulatio. Since insulin is a fat storage hormone and excess fat storage is a strong producer of pro-inflammatory molecules, a vicious cycle is triggered.  It is now believed that inflammation, like insulin, is one of the underlying factors in weight gain, loss of muscle mass, and aging. Abnormal inflammation has been tied to a variety of diseases… ”   (It goes on to list heart disease, strokes, cancer and just all kinds of things.)
 
There is a chapter on it in the book.
 
 
So . . .
 
Things Stacy Eats

 
Raw, live fruits & vegetables
 
Salmon & shellfish (and other fish, but those are my favorites), cooked or raw
   Note: Sushi has rice and is not all raw 
 
Seaweed (with no oil or vinegar)  I like wakame and hijiki and arame. They are a mood thing. The minerals in the sea vegetables help me to stay awake and conscious for a normal day.

 
 
Things Stacy Should Not Eat:
 
Nightshades – cause pain in my joints

Potatoes – often listed as “modified food starch”
Tomatoes
Peppers – green, red, yellow, cayenne, paprika, jalapenos… no peppers
Eggplant – I don’t like it that much, so no big deal
 
 
Oils & Fats – they break my face out. 
 
I like butter & mayonnaise, so I eat it sometimes, but otherwise, I try to stay off the oily stuff.  Olive oil, ironically, breaks me out faster than canola oil and other types.

Vinegar – it’s in most salad dressing so I use avocados or none at all. No olives or pickles (which is a bitch, I love them)  It makes it very difficult to walk the next day.
 
Citrus fruits – about the same as vinegar, but I will drink OJ and use lemon juice sometimes( and pay the consequences in pain and inflammation)

 
Salt – including anything that is very salty – this one is *really* rough because I crave salt (especially after caffeine since it is a diuretic.)

 
Starches – bloat me and don’t move through me very well. 
 
Wheat – includes no bread, no pasta
Rice – although I will eat it sometimes
Corn – ditto

(and remember… no potatoes)
 
Caffeine  – and makes me crave salt

 
White sugar – I use sugar in the raw, natural sugar or succanat. Maple syrup is easier than other sugars. I’m seriously hypoglycemic. I manage it with chromium when I need to. Ideally, I shouldn’t add any sugar at all to anything.
 
Corn syrup – high fructose corn syrup is in nearly everything. For years, not knowing about the carbohydrate/sugar problems, I would buy Hagen Dazs Ice Cream because most of theirs don’t have corn syrup.
 
MSG – causes jitteriness at first, then as my bloodsugar drops, I can pass out – this is usually 24 hours later. Means no shitake mushrooms.
 
 
That’s most of it. 
 
So an ideal day is an apple for breakfast, a big salad with salmon for lunch, and as little dinner as I can manage to do. Eating after 5 or 6 pm is a bad idea.
 
🙂  You try it, knowing it’s how you should eat for the rest of your life.
 
It seems to be the only thing that works.
 
Love,
 
Daughter/Sister/Aunt . . . Stacy

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Peace Now – Inner Peace Thoughts for 9/11

September 11, 2007

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Hi,

Just in case some of you want to know about this . . .

Please Pass It On to Others!

The Call is Thursday 9/13

Do you know Gay Hendricks? He’s written over 30 best-selling transformational books — books about relationships, breathing, manifestation, even golf!

Gay is are offering an upcoming teleclass that I’d like to invite you to attend at no charge.

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Here’s Gay’s message about the class:

   When I was in Boulder recently, I had dinner with an old friend,    Steven Sashen. He’s one of the best “system thinkers” I know. If you want to know what REALLY makes something work, or how to make something more powerful or efficient, he’s your guy. He and I are teaming up on a new meditation course that will be offered via teleseminar.

   Steven is a longtime meditator. And when he turned his systems-thinking scope on meditation he discovered something that truly impressed me, a set of insights and practices that I wish I’d had 30 years ago. (Some of you know that I’m a longtime  meditator–in fact, I haven’t missed a day of meditation since 1973. So, anything that fine-tunes meditation is right up my alley.)

   If I’d had Steven’s insights and techniques, I think it would have accelerated my practice and my spiritual growth by years. He’s taken people who are new to meditation or who couldn’t make it work  for them – he’s even worked with teenagers and homeless people–and after just a few minutes of instruction, they’ve had experiences of peace, and deep spiritual insights that take most meditators decades to find.

   Steven’s techniques work well for advanced meditators, too. If you already have a meditation or spiritual practice, you can make an almost instant leap to a new depth and expansion.

   With Steven’s techniques you don’t need to stop (or even slow down) your thoughts and you don’t need to take time out from your busy schedule. You can do them practically anywhere.

   I could tell you more, it would be better for you to experience it yourself. So, I’ve arranged a way for you to do that.

       Go to http://advancedmeditation.com/cmd.php?Clk=2095310
  
   When you get to the site, fill out the registration form and I’ll let you know about an upcoming free teleclass where you can discover for yourself how easily you can find deep body relaxation, greatly expanded awareness, and real inner-peace…even while the kids are demanding your attention or work is getting nuts.

   I hope you’ll join me for this new and exciting opportunity,

   Gay Hendricks

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The teleclass is going to be really fun and interesting and there’s a chance to get a $400 gift. I hope you can make it, too.

presented by Garuda, Inc.

Have fun!

Love,
Stacy

“It is no sign of mental health to be well-adjusted to an insane world.”

                 The Dalai Lama

Chocolate, the Complete Food

March 5, 2007

Let’s talk about chocolate.

Matthew Middendorf, folk musician extraordinaire, has just released his CD, “Chocolate, the Complete Food,” and that is what prompted this blog.

I’ve always liked chocolate, but I have never been one to crave it or sing its praises the way some of my friends do. As a child, when my grandmother, Mema, took me to the candy counter at the department store, I always chose either white chocolate or tingalings, a minty white chocolate covered candy. I almost never went for actual chocolate.

Somewhere around 2001 this all changed some.

By then, I had sampled enough different chocolates to know that I do really love a dark chocolate. Right now, my favorite is 65% Chocolove, made in Boulder, Colorado, by a man from Belgium and distributed at health food stores. (See what I mean? Betcha didn’t know all of that!)  It’s www.chocolove.com since I know you’re wanting some.

So, I was in this group of friends back then. We were kind of a support group. We called ourselves the God Group. What drew us together was a common love of spiritual discussions. No, not exactly the Christian kind, something very eclectic. We met on Sunday evenings and hung out together talking about what was going on in our lives. Come to think of it, it was mostly stories. Hmm.

Anyways, so I can pretty much tell you everyone’s favorite chocolate and how they take their water. It was just one of those things we noticed. Yes, some of them liked a variety, and some of them would take whatever was handed to them in order not to cause a fuss, but most of us had some pretty well-defined preferences about both chocolate and water (and pretty much everything else).

Think of Sally in the film, When Harry Met Sally. There’s a scene where she’s pretty specific about her food order. We were a room full of people just like that. Fortunately, we met in homes and brought potluck rather than badger waitpersons with our detailed requests.

Chocolate obviously comes in many flavors and forms. You may wonder how there could be so many ways to take water. Okay. I won’t try to list everyone, but here is a partial list as an example:

Becky takes hers hot in a mug and only uses it to warm her fingers. 

Loretta takes hers hot in a mug with lemon and actually drinks it.

Chris takes hers with ice and lemon.

Jared takes his however they bring it to him.

Mindy takes hers no ice, with lemon.

Me, make mine no ice.

See?

But I digress. We were discussing chocolate.

Cricket, lately, has been eating Lindt 77% Dark.

Chris likes Chocolove 65% Dark with Raspberries, and most any kind with fruit.

Loretta goes through phases, always dark. I don’t know what she’s into right now.

Becky goes for dark, doesn’t matter too much what else is there, as long as it’s dark.

Jared doesn’t eat much chocolate, but I’ve seen him take what was offered when it’s there.

Me, like I said, I really like white chocolate, and now dark.

I once had these people over for a party at my place. I bought a natural bridge mix with white and dark chocolate coated nuts, raisins, etc. I set out a bunch in a bowl and then I was busy with my company for a while. When I came back to the living room to check on things, I went to grab some of the white chocolate ones and found only dark!

I hope I wasn’t rude to my company, but I was so surprised, I just said, “What happened to all the white chocolate?” Sheryl piped up and said, “Oh, I ate all those. I love white chocolate.” I looked at her in amazement. No one else of my acquaintance likes white chocolate like I do. It happens that we are both Priest Scholars. Not enough data for a conclusion, but I’m curious whether there are others.

So, last night, when I heard that I needed to move because the home I’m living in is likely to sell and close in less than 2 weeks, what did I do?

I went for chocolate mousse tart in a dark chocolate lined tart shell with pecans and coffee, light and sweet.

Apparently, I have joined the ranks of people for whom chocolate is a comfort food.

Love,

Stacy

Passion

January 22, 2007

So, I read Craig’s List personals ads. Why? Intermittent reinforcement, the strongest kind there is. If you don’t think so, think about how gambling works or read the research.

At the same time, I’m no slave to things that don’t work… when I notice it. CL has brought me some really fine friends to talk to, some of the highest spiritual experiences I’ve ever had with another human being whom I knew shared the space, and a lot of good conversations in with the admittedly time-wasting drek.

Today a man, likely a doctor or something since he mentions his pager calling him to the ER, today a man wrote about passion and invited women to reply to him. He wants to know about passion. I wrote him, yes. Frankly, I doubt that he’s really my type, but he lit a fire under my fingers, and I told him so. A reply to him was just that, and meant for an audience of one, but I think that I’d like to write about passion here… as if I ever really write about anything else.

I wrote to this point and paused. Now I’m back.

I sat here and categorized this blog (see below). While I did that, I wondered how to say what I am passionate about. This is kind of a forest-for-the-trees question to me. I am passionate about so much. If you knew me, you’d agree. I jump in with both feet so often. Yes, I’ve felt a bit beaten down these past couple or three years, yes, but my passion did not die. It rekindles itself from within.

I am wondering what I am “most” passionate about. I’d have to say mystical spirituality, direct experience of God, finding and following my Guidance, and sharing that with others.

Everything I do is oriented that direction.

I read books for spiritual inspiration and messages, so I don’t mind when Tom Robbins or Robert A. Heinlein or Spider Robinson pontificate a bit in their books. I love it. I watch movies for the same reason, so I am picky. I won’t sit still for just any movie. Contact, Dangerous Beauty (OMG), Sister Act, Dead Poet’s Society, Bliss, Mona Lisa Smile, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Secretary, Matrix, Harry Potter, Princess Bride . . .  get the idea?

I write passionately. Read my blogs and see if you agree or not.

I sing. That is all about passion! I chant kirtans and bhajans with my back arched and my hands up. I can bounce on a bed to ZZ Top. I like to drive fast with Jethro Tull’s Thick as a Brick blaring. I’ve got to get back to my voice lessons. That really made a difference. sigh

My favorite music and musicians are pretty passionate: Jethro Tull, Moody Blues, Beatles, Satriani, Leonard Cohen, Impossible Objects, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Dylan. Closer by 9 Inch Nails. That one about the Discovery channel. I may add to this list later.

Sex is my passion, too. People. Men. Women. How the hell do you do sex without passion? Oh, okay, there’s sensuous, soft, cuddly, warm, but that just an ember glow of passion – different from the full fire, and still passion.

If you speak astrology, you can find passion all over my natal chart. I have at least 7 planets and a bunch of asteroids in Sagittarius and Leo. Venus in Scorpio in the 8th house. Nothing more passionate than that! Ask anyone.

I am passionate about Truth.

That is a whole discussion in itself. Keeps cropping up. I’ll have to see if I’ve blogged on it directly yet or not.

My name is Anastacia and it means “resurrection.” That, as the Craig’s List gentleman observed, means the passion of Christ, the passion of Buddha, and more. I doubt anything less than passion would start a religion. Sure, Buddha seems like more of a quiet passion in full bloom, but how did he get there? Read Siddhartha by Herman Hesse if you do not know. He pursued Truth with passion. Mohammed? Now there is some passion, y’all. And how much passion do you have to have to pray 5 times a day? Goodness!

I told this CL fellow he lit a fire under my fingers. I think I’ll stop typing about passion now and feel some in other ways.

Love,

Stacy

Another Ireland Note

November 8, 2006

Frankly, I think this is a bit lame. But I’ve been working toward writing 50,000 words on the fictionalized version of my memoir since November 1… sans outline … sans plot … sans sanity, if you ask me.

I might make the word goal, but next time I try this sort of insanity I will be sure to bring an outline, a structure, something!

It’s okay. I don’t really want to be writing this as fiction. I just see the value in doing so. I hate the process. I told that to another writer at brunch a few weeks ago. I said I didn’t want to write fiction. She took me at face value and said, “Then don’t. It’s too much work.” I can’t seem to stop it. At least not until I try.

So here are about 300 words that issued from my fingers today in an effort to write something, anything.

I used to say that when I travel, I finally feel comfortable in a place when I have found the health food store, the Indian restaurant and the Starbucks. I found all of those quickly in Ireland, but I never felt at home there.

The health food store was tiny. It had wooden floors, like all health food stores should, but the products on the shelves were mostly unfamiliar to me. I saw a few things I recognized, but the brands and packaging were not those comfortable familiar objects I saw at home. There would be Vitamin C, but no Solar Ray brand of it. Chai, but none was Oregon, not even Third Street which I hated. Even the way things were lined up on the shelves seemed foreign and unfamiliar.

The Indian restaurant was closer. I mean, being a foreign restaurant in a foreign country, how much difference could there be? They served pakoras and dal and saag panir. Good. So far. The décor was dark wood rich with tapestries of blue people and gold and red borders. So. The chai was spicy and sweet. Good. This I could deal with. Funny to find that the very foreign was the most familiar thing in a foreign country.

Starbucks. You’re not going to believe this, but at the Cork airport in Ireland, I went to the Starbucks counter asking for the Ethiopian Sidamo that was on the menu board. “I’m sorry,” the girl told me, “this is our first week to be open and the Ethiopian Sidamo has not arrived yet.” Oh dear. So, I drank Costa Rica blend and liked it. I normally don’t drink Starbucks at home anymore, but I guess even at the airport, after hours and hours of airplane travel, I realized that any taste of home was better than none.

*shrug* It’s word count at this point, that counts.

Love,

Stacy