I'm hungry! It's a miracle!

Yes, folks. You heard me correctly. I'm hungry! Maybe you're thinking, "so eat something!" And that, my friends, is the miracle.

For the last three years as I've been adjusting to life with a balance disorder, I've been nauseous for most of the time. Eating was something I had to do to stay alive, like take my pills, but I didn't enjoy it. Nothing tasted good and I was mostly eating carbs because they're easier to tolerate on an upset stomach. I did my best to get a balanced diet, but it starts to feel a bit pointless if you just throw up after you eat.

Over the last several weeks, the nausea has diminished and my appetite is returning. At first, it took me a while to realize that I was hungry. Sounds weird, I know, but it's been a long time and I think I forgot what it felt like to want real food. Good food. Tasty food. Healthy food.

I started making menus and planning meals, which has the extra bonus of not throwing away unused groceries and eating take-out all the time. I've found myself experimenting with recipes to make them taste better and looking for easy to prepare, healthy meals that I could cook. (Slow cooker to the rescue!) I've made London Broil, Chicken Stroganoff, omelets, and even eggs Benedict (I made that again for breakfast this morning. Biscuits instead of English muffins, and bacon instead of ham, but still very yummy).

Adam Eats!

Adam Eats!

The other day I took a rotisserie chicken that Scott bought at the grocery store and picked it clean so I could use some of the chicken in an omelet. Then, I boiled the carcass and made some chicken noodle soup for lunch. This might sound trivial to you, but to me it's like a lost part of me has risen back to the surface. Two months ago I would've eaten half of a breakfast bar or skipped breakfast all together and maybe a little cereal for lunch.

I used to love to cook. Now, I do again. And it gets better.

I've mentioned before that one of my medicines causes me to gain weight. This has been incredibly frustrating. It's horribly unfair to throw up almost everything you eat and still get fat. It's worse when the only thing you can tolerate are carbs and sparkling water. Now that my appetite is back, I've been eating a lot. I think my body is trying to make up for lost time. All I want is protein and vegetables. Sweets don't interest me much right now. If it's not nutritious, I don't have much of a taste for it. (This is so weird that I can't even believe myself as I type this.) This concerned me a little bit, because I do need to lose weight. 

Apparently, eating a lot of healthy food is pretty good for you in a lot of ways. I have more energy and require shorter and less frequent naps. I'm more coherent and active when I'm awake. And I've lost 15 lbs. Last week, I fit into a pair of suit pants that haven't fit me in three years! I'm 5 lbs from my target weight, but I'm not going to worry about it too much. I'm just going to keep on eating.

I believe that a combination of factors are in play. First, I'm getting a lot more exercise using the wheelchair. Second, I'm taking a new prescription for my allergies that has taken most of the post-nasal drip out of the equation. Finally, we're nearing the end of March which means that I've almost made it through the worst of the "crazy weather" time here in Houston. These have all combined to lift my spirits and get me interested in food again. I feel almost normal!

Don't get me wrong; I still get nauseous and throw up. I still get tired. I'm still dizzy. But, I feel like I can recover more quickly from the bad spots and get on with living. It almost makes me cry for joy.

We're having London Broil tonight, so come on over if you're hungry!