fajitas - who knew?
Saturday, January 11, 2014
It is always a challenge for me to entice my teenage son to eat more veggies- in his mind the 4 food groups are Tim Horton's, Pizza hut, Taco Bell and Subway. Supper last night was fajitas , made at home, with lots of pepper and onion strips combined with thinly sliced chicken breast lightly seasoned with some milk on the side. DH and DS have both requested these make a regular appearance in the menu rotation, and it was no problem to have some extra filling left in the fridge to satisfy hollow leg syndrome of my teenager when he needs a fast easy snack. Our toned down Canadian version would probably brings tears to the eyes of a true conniseuer, but hey, he's eating veggies.
in other news, my neuro consult was yesterday. The doctor was very thorough- appointment lasted 75 minutes with history and exam- going to have an augmented MRI to see if it will give more answers. Having an "official" diagnosis won't really change anything in my daily routine. I will still be focussed on getting as strong and healthy as I can. I am pushing forward to achieving a weight in the healthy BMI range- some days it seems so far away, but each day of healthy choices is a step in the right direction. I suppose having a diagnosis will allow me to tell people why I have been pulling back socially. The noise and activity drain me. It will help me tell them why I look so strained, or even angry- when really I am not- it is just the affect of the muscles on the left side of my face tightening, and the headaches that I get~ ouch, enough said. It will allow me to forgive myself for not maintaining a high level of fine muscle control- and give me grace to correct mistakes with a smile. Accepting my own physical limitations will also increase my tolerance and acceptance of the weaknesses in others. My hope is that once we find out what the problem is, then we can figure out a way to deal with the "dental freezing sensation"- you know, that last 30 minutes before it is fully gone from your face, because after 13 months of that sensation being present 24 hours a day it is really starting to wear on me.
Have to chuckle at one of the comments the doc made during the exam. He basically told me I walk funny. Walking is my preferred form of cardio- I use Nordic poles to get my arms involved and my heart rate up, but mostly because I'm paranoid about falling. I might walk funny, I might walk slow. but I have resolved to move my feet