I figured it was only a matter of time before my progress slowed or until I would have a healing crisis—well… that lucky day was today. It worked out nice actually because my wife seemed to be doing much better this morning while I struggled to get food down me. We can have whole grains now, but still cannot have any almond milk and since we were not sure on the stevia we had steel cut oats with cinnamon and that is it. Although I could only get about half down before I was done.
The healing crisis’s are suppose to be a walk through your past diseases so I started to try to figure out what this one was and when it happened in my past. I had pneumonia a number o years back (about 17-18 years ago) and I figured that’s what I was in for. I didn’t know what to expect since my wife was sick for so many days so I was ready to be in for the long haul. I had to lay down and thought I would be in bed for a while, but as it happens, I woke up about 40-minutes to 1 hour later and felt much better—not great but better. Somehow I don’t think that is the end and I await the next crisis.
Still snowing quite a bit, but I had to pack up my two boys—school lets out early this week for conferences and so my 8 year old son came with me—and we drove about 1 hour to a meeting I needed to attend as part of my lawyer certification requirements. It is also the first time somebody has said something about my weight that was more negative than positive. The lawyer asked me how I was and I told him about what I’m doing—I told him that I was dealing with a yeast imbalance.
Anytime I talk to somebody and tell him or her about “candida” I always get that “he’s bat crap crazy” vibe so today I thought it would be easier to just say, “yeast imbalance.” To my surprise no follow up questions came, just made things a lot easier. We talked a little bit about the diet restrictions, which he seemed to understand, but he did make it clear that I better start putting on more weight. I’m not as concerned as he is because I know I am only doing this temporarily, but others must see me and think I’m sick or crazy or both.
My wife’s good morning turned into a rough afternoon and evening. First, with conferences she has to stay late for school, so she was there until 8:00pm. My 4 year old went to sleep at about 7:15pm and I didn’t want to wake him to pick my wife up, so after she and I talked we decided we would leave my 8 year old here with him for the 15-20 minutes it would take for me to get my wife and get home. I talked to him about doing this and I could tell he was a little nervous, but at the same time he seemed like such a “big man.”
I definitely didn’t want him to be scared so I showed him how I would call the home phone before I left and then talk to him the whole time I was gone—he was a bit more comfortable but still nervous. About 10 minutes before I left my mother-in-law stopped by to drop off some of our program supplies. She was glad to stay with my boy and I’m pretty sure he was glad to have her here also.
My Sweatie really struggled tonight and while she isn’t running a fever she started gagging and could not get down all of her evening vitamins—I worry about her. This program is geared a lot toward people who are overweight and my wife and I are definitely not. My wife has always been in better shape than me, but over the course of the last year we have both gotten pretty skinny (I’ve lost a total of 50 pounds now) and we really don’t have any more weight to lose—we are now going to be able to introduce some meats and nuts into our diet tomorrow so hopefully it will help us quickly pack on the calories without aggravating the candida.