I spent part of Saturday staring at my most recent blood test results and switching over to read The Wahl’s Protocol.
My TSH is low, which means I’m probably being over-medicated for my Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, but my T4 is good, so maybe not. Either way, I’ve started cutting back my synthroid dosage and I’m pondering trying a therapeutic ketogenic diet in the short term. Because I’m still fighting to lose weight, and I have migraines, and it would actually be nice to skip lunch.
Breakfast was a smoothie, and consequently my hands are mottled with blueberry juice as I type this. Despite the ingredients (blueberries, coconut milk, spinach), it did not taste like much of anything. I may need to add some seasoning. Ginger. Cinnamon. Battery acid. You know. Something to give it a little zip.
The semi-annual disruption that is daylight saving has begun to wear thin, and Daughterbot has started waking up at 7AM again, which is good because tomorrow I’ll actually get to see her before I go to work. I cannot bring myself to wake that baby when she is fast asleep; it just seem selfish.
That said, mornings are awesomer with her in them. She shares my smoothies, remarkable and otherwise.
My week was plagued with headaches. Which, again, may be due to the over-medication for the thyroid, or may not. I think there has been a significant amount of stress in my life lately, what with Mike being laid off and some work-related interpersonal issues (which are now on their way to resolution!), and I think it’s catching up to me. Stress, plus overactive thyroid, plus being a working mom. This is how baby migraines are made, children.
So we made it a lazy weekend, for the most part. Went to my sister’s to celebrate mom’s 71st birthday, ate out once, but otherwise I slept, cooked, and played with my family. I prepped three meals for the week, and I made corned beef Sunday night in the sous vide, and as usual, it came out moist, tender, and delicious.
And now I am trying to get rid of my brain problems with what I hope is science. Either that, or I rely on the science that tastes like minty ass for the rest of my life. I guess what it comes down to is this: I’d rather drink coconut milk smoothies.