Quixotic WLS - Blogs http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php Quixotic Weight Loss Surgery Educational Foundation en Thu, 04 Dec 2008 03:13:39 GMT vBulletin 60 http://quixoticwls.org/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg Quixotic WLS - Blogs http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php ouch http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=331 Sat, 29 Nov 2008 12:56:15 GMT It has been a harsh year. All the excitement of the Olympics was marred by the deep tragedy in... It has been a harsh year. All the excitement of the Olympics was marred by the deep tragedy in Sichuan. As the Games got under way my mother took ill and died on August 12. It seemed surreal to me at the time. She had insisted she did not want a funeral and so we weren't allowedd to go home.
That caused a lot of heartache for myself and my sister. We both badly wanted to be with the family at that time and could not.
On my birthday, 27 August, my father informed me that he had had my little Maltese put down. I was upset because I have this thing about people/pets dying alone. I know she was getting on and when I had been out there in May had suggested having her put down then so that I could be with her. But no... Happy birthday and I had to have Popcorn put down.
I got over that, then managed to lose every cent I ever owned on the gold market.
got over that, only to find that my dear helper, Ligaya's husband has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. It's a huge worry for her as the family does not have the money to spend on chemotherapy or even on the diagnostics that are going on right now.
In the interim my father has been behaving like an ass. He has found someone new and before he had even gone to collect my mother's ashes he had sent out the invitations to his wedding. It is going to be in February despite every single one of his daughters asking for a little more time to mourn our mother's passing.
It's causing serious trouble with my elder sister who lives in the same little town and was almost shanghaied into being the matron of honour.
The latest rucus was going on while I was in Australia.
When I got back my dear little Minpin Akula was ill. The short story is I've just come back from putting him down.
It's been an awful year. ]]> scoozi http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=331 Goals . . . http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=330 Sat, 29 Nov 2008 05:11:20 GMT Weight - holding steady - not a pound lost in about 5 months. Interestingly enough, my body shape... Weight - holding steady - not a pound lost in about 5 months. Interestingly enough, my body shape has changed. I refuse to stress about it as there's not much I can do. I'm eating fairly well and working on the exercise, so I'm getting healthier!

I have set some new goals for myself . . . and I have to write them down in order to really commit to them . . . so here goes. . .

1. I've quit smoking - ACK. I've slipped a few times, but am determined to win the fight with the nicodemon! The fact of the matter is, I can't exercise at the level I want to and still smoke . . . so the smoking goes bye-bye. (Easier said than done!)

2. I'm signed up for a 5K walk/run event for the Arthritis Foundation in 2 weeks. This is one of the things I've wanted to do since I had WLS and I'm so excited to get the chance to do it! I'm trying to raise $500 in pledges before the event - and have about $390 yet to raise. Fingers crossed.

3. I want to complete a sprint length triathlon Summer 2009. That's swimming 1/2 mile, biking 14 miles, running 3 miles. Yikes. There. I've said it. I can't take it back . . . and it scares the crap out of me. I can remember watching an Ironman triathlon on TV when I was in junior high, and thinking WOW - wouldn't that be amazing to do. It's been a pipe dream . . . but I want to make it a dream come true. I have several hurdles to deal with. First off, I don't own a bike. I'm going to have to buy one, but until then, I'm taking spin classes. The other problem is - I don't know how to run. Yea - I will deal with that challenge later . . . or maybe just walk the running part. The swimming, which is apparently what is most challenging to many triathletes, is the part I could do right now. I'm aces at swimming. The only challenge with this part will be finding a wet suit that I can afford and is made for bigger bodies. Again . . . a bridge to worry about at a later time.

So, there they are . . . my new goals. I have a feeling this blog is going to turn from a weight loss surgery blog into a freaking out about training for a tri blog. Won't that be fun? ]]> glugunkwen http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=330 Holy Cow! http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=329 Wed, 26 Nov 2008 06:53:12 GMT Wow - my life has calmed down - well, actually it hasn't
yet but I've calmed down and I'm eating
and my weight loss is pretty stable.
Hooray!! ]]> Bette Hepburn http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=329 16 Down http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=328 Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:03:29 GMT Moved on from the stress festival to anorexia by antibiotic! Glad to be going down tho. Moved on from the stress festival to anorexia by antibiotic!
Glad to be going down tho. ]]> Bette Hepburn http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=328 Success! http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=327 Fri, 14 Nov 2008 12:01:00 GMT Well, I've been on the ALL STRESS ALL THE TIME
eating plan. In 9 days I've lost 13 lbs from ny
highest regain weight.
Wow!
Sorry my life has gone to pot for the time being (all will be well tho) but love finally losing some weight!:) ]]> Bette Hepburn http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=327 The journey back?? http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=326 Fri, 24 Oct 2008 22:12:51 GMT Well, last time around I was convinced a blog would help me find my way back to 182. Maybe this... Well, last time around I was convinced a blog would help me
find my way back to 182.
Maybe this time?
Let us begin. ]]> Bette Hepburn http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=326 So I decided to start a new blog... http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=325 Thu, 16 Oct 2008 15:28:14 GMT ...and I hope that it will be a source of inspiration and/or information to many. So far in my... ...and I hope that it will be a source of inspiration and/or information to many.

So far in my journey after having laparoscopic distal RNY on March 26th, 2008, I have been pretty successful...my highest weight was 308, and I currently hover in the mid-150s. My goal is 140. I am struggling right now with bad habits creeping back in, but I am still good with getting vitamins and protein in. My biggest challenges are boredom eating, carbs, getting in exercise without making excuses and getting enough sleep. I am coming up with some strategies for these and hoping that Quixers will join me in the back on track challenge! ]]> LaughEveryDay http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=325 My Story http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=324 Thu, 16 Oct 2008 15:24:12 GMT I knew from a fairly early age that as an adult I would struggle with my weight, as both of my... I knew from a fairly early age that as an adult I would struggle with my weight, as both of my grandmothers are overweight as well as my mother and several other first-degree family members. The ravages of type II diabetes, hypertension, hypercholesteremia, asthma, arthritis and countless other medical issues have already heavily taken their toll on these same family members, all undoubtedly attributable to their inability to maintain an acceptable weight. Most current medical literature has confirmed the prominent role of genetics in one’s weight and metabolism, as well as in other chronic disease processes. Therefore, I am rightfully concerned about how my weight has and will inevitably continue to affect my overall health in the years to come. In fact, my medical records show that I am borderline diabetic and hypertensive, and it is just a matter of time before they are full-blown, eventually costing far more money than what WLS will cost in the short-term. According to most statistics, there is an 89% reduction in mortality over the five years following surgery for surgically-treated patients with obesity compared to nonsurgically-treated patients. That is astounding to me, and I would rather become a part of that statistical group than of those that die from comorbidities.



The last time I remember weighing appropriately for my height was in 1985 when I was 12 years old right after puberty had occurred. My adult height settled in at 5’4” at this time, and I weighed about 115 pounds. At that time in my life, I was very active in sports and working on the farm upon which we lived in upstate New York . In mid-1985, my family sold the farm and moved to suburban Richmond, Virginia . There was much less opportunity for physical activity in my new community, and despite my best efforts to keep as physically active as I could by doing aerobics and running, my weight began to slowly creep upward. I was very active in school with various activities; including being drum major of the band, lettering in softball, soccer, track and field, and president of many clubs. By my senior year in high school at age 17, I weighed 172 pounds. I was very aware that I was larger than my classmates, and made up for my feelings of frustration about my weight and inability to control it by throwing myself into academics and activities. I was voted “Most Likely To Succeed” and “Most Intelligent”, was accepted to many prestigious colleges and universities, won countless awards for academic pursuits, was considered “popular”, and was ranked 11th in a class of over 400 students. No one would ever have known that deep down inside I felt inadequate and ashamed of myself. I never was one to wear my feelings on my sleeve, or wallow in self-pity. I wondered how was it that I could be so successful in all of my other pursuits, but control of this one issue constantly eluded me. I knew that my family history probably had something to do with it, but I refused to accept that and began dealing with the environmental factors causing my weight issues.



As a result of these feelings, I embarked upon my first “diet” in the summer of 1989 at age 17 weighing 172 pounds, right before the start of my senior year of high school. My mother and I joined Weight Watchers, as it seemed to be a sensible way to lose weight through portion control and better food choices. I was able to lose ten pounds fairly easily following the plan and stepping up my exercise regimen. I enjoyed running 2-3 miles at night in addition to my other activities. After the loss of the first 17 pounds of the 47 I needed to lose, however, the loss came to an abrupt halt. No matter what I did or how diligently I was attending to my regimen, for weeks and months the scale would not budge. I knew that 155 pounds was still not an acceptable weight. So, I began skipping meals and using Slim Fast to jumpstart the loss and keeping my calorie intake under 1200. By so doing, I was able to eventually lose about 15 more pounds, but was not able to lose any additional weight beyond that. I struggled mightily to maintain my new 140-pound weight. I thought it was so unfair that when all of my friends could sit there and eat burgers, fries, pizza and other typical Friday-night-after-the-football-game foods, I had to sit there with a small undressed salad and water. To eat anything else, even just one piece of pizza or a burger and fries, spelled instantaneous gain on the scales for me. I will never forget how frustrated and abnormal I felt not being able to enjoy food like “normal people”. I accepted that I would probably never be small, but could not accept a life relegated to nonstop exercising to the exclusion of all other activities and eating next to nothing just to keep my weight from spiraling out of control. I knew even then that was no way to live. Other people did not live like that. Little did I know the yo-yo cycle started that year and was only to get worse in the ensuing 16 years, particularly after pregnancy and quitting smoking, with the addition of hormonal and metabolic issues.

At age 18, I went away to college. I still followed the Weight Watchers plan, but gained back up to 160. I was just as active as I had been, participating in aerobics classes, rugby, soccer and running. I was not eating any more than I had been; my typical meals were salads from the dining hall salad bar, lean meats and vegetable dishes. Concerned, I enlisted the assistance of the college nutritionist and Student Health, who determined that there was no organic cause for my weight gain. I followed an eating plan developed by the nutritionist and lost 10 pounds in 2 months, but no more. I began smoking at this time. In January 1991, I transferred colleges so that I could live at home and work, and began attending Weight Watchers once again. I did not lose any weight and stopped attending in June 1991. My activity level did decrease some because I was working part-time and attending classes full-time and my food intake patterns changed with the necessity of meals eaten largely on the go at irregular times. I married in July 1991. By October 1991, I weighed 190 pounds. One evening early in our marriage my husband and I were walking in downtown Richmond. A smartmouth in a passing car yelled a very ugly, crude remark related to my weight, and my husband actually chased the car down as it was stopped at a stoplight, pulled out the offending occupant and promptly throttled him who made the remark. I will never forget how embarrassed and ashamed I felt standing forlornly in the street with all of those people laughing and whispering, even though I knew I was likely more intelligent and talented than any two of them put together. Frustrated once again, I decided that I was going to simply follow a 1200-calorie diet and exercise program based on Weight Watchers on my own. I did not have extra money to join the actual Weight Watchers weekly groups, so I instead joined Overeaters Anonymous. I did not feel that I was a compulsive overeater so I did not really directly relate to the people there, but I enjoyed the opportunity to share my challenges and help others to confront theirs. To this day I will occasionally attend an OA meeting, as it helps to share and cope with the frustrations I feel with my inability to lose weight and keep it off, despite meticulous portion control and regular exercise.



Over the next year, I scratched and clawed my way down to 152 pounds. To accomplish this, I went to the now-defunct Medical Weight Control Clinic off of Midlothian Turnpike in Richmond, VA which relied on an eating plan largely devoid of carbohydrates and dependent on liquid meal replacement. In addition, I smoked a lot and slept little so that I could exercise practically nonstop. If I didn’t, the weight did not come off. I had no social life during that time, as I was always in the gym stressing about my weight or in class. Of course, I did not maintain this weight because I became pregnant in October 1992. During my pregnancy, I gained 100 pounds. Yes, I did eat more than I should have, but because I had just lost quite a bit of weight right before my pregnancy, it came back with an easy vengeance and then some. However, I tried to keep fit with water aerobics and walking until I developed toxemia. Nothing I did stopped the weight gain. I developed gestational diabetes and toxemia and was bedridden the last three months. My meals were prepared for me by a nurse’s aide, but I continued to gain weight. Of course, the fact that I had gestational diabetes triples my risk of having type II diabetes later in life. Add that to the fact the both of my grandmothers and my father, who is not overweight, have diabetes; and I am a sitting duck to develop this comorbidity if my weight does not come under control. I did not smoke during my pregnancy. Despite these complications and a traumatic labor and delivery, amazingly I gave birth to a healthy baby boy in June 1993 at my highest weight of 249 pounds. Immediately I lost 40 pounds in fluid, and I breastfed. I was not able to lose weight until June 1994 at 210 pounds, when again I began stepping up the exercise and calorie restriction, because eating moderately “like everyone else” did not result in weight loss. We had joined a gym in 1993 (American Family), and to this day I remain a member of the YMCA. I would lose a pound or two, just to gain it back and then some with the slightest deviation in my eating plan. Again – nothing was more frustrating than going out to restaurants where everyone else enjoys reasonable portions of delicious entrees complimented with a nice glass of wine and perhaps a dessert every now and then, and I sat there miserably with my water, salad and plain chicken breast. And of course I was still hungry after that. There were times I was so embarrassed by the growling of my stomach and lightheadedness that I isolated myself from others. How difficult that was for me, being a naturally gregarious and outgoing person. I was not able to lose anything despite calorie restriction and vigorous exercise, and by February 1996 I once again weighed 259 pounds, which was more than what I weighed nine months pregnant. At this time, I again began severe calorie restriction and rigorous exercise at the gym, and over the next year I lost nearly 100 pounds by early 1997. During this particular time period, I experienced numerous personal crises including a divorce. It was not difficult for me to simply not eat at all, and I frequently would go for days without eating or eating very little. As usual, I was not able to maintain this weight loss.



By the time my life stabilized in early 1998, the weight was creeping back on. I was diagnosed with severe hypothyroidism in April 1998, which according to the medical literature is very common in young women after the birth of their first child, and it took nearly a year to stabilize my thyroid at 250 to 300 mg of Synthroid per day. In 1999 I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome and borderline type II diabetes with metabolic syndrome, for which I take 2000 mg of Glucophage per day. I have never had problems with irregular menses, but I have also always been on the birth control pill so many of those manifestations may be masked. In 2000, my weight was again at 249 pounds. In July 2000 with the thyroid and ovaries now somewhat stable, I began a liquid diet and exercise regimen that resulted in a loss of over 100 pounds over the next two years. After phasing in regular food, it was agonizing attempting to maintain the loss by faithfully adhering to my plan, so again I reverted to meal skipping and overly-rigorous exercise to accomplish my weight loss. I remarried in May 2004. Yet again, I was unable to maintain my weight loss, and from July 2002 until December 2005 I gained up to my all-time high of 272 pounds. During this time period, I enrolled in Jenny Craig from November 2002 until February 2003, but was only able to lose 10 pounds. The expense of this plan coupled with unsatisfactory results made this plan untenable for me. I attempted The Atkins Diet from March 2003 until August 2003 and lost 30 pounds, but also lost a lot of hair and had skin problems and my thyroid levels skyrocketed. The South Beach Diet was the rage in late 2003 and I tried that also, but experienced the same issues as I did with Atkins. I also quit smoking in September 2003, and it became even more difficult after that to manage my weight. In January 2005 until May 2005, I again enrolled in Jenny Craig, but lost very little and the expense of the plan with four other individuals to feed in the household was yet again untenable. The monthly expense for the food was nearly $300.00, not including fresh vegetables and dairy. In December 2005 through May 2006, I joined Weight Watchers and lost 27 pounds over six months, which isn’t much when you have almost 150 to lose. I was exercising regularly on my home treadmill and also at the YMCA. Most of the loss did not come from my healthy lifestyle; rather, it came during the three weeks I suffered with the flu and the three weeks I battled resultant bronchitis and pneumonia and was not sleeping or eating. After I became well and once again had my lifestyle plan in place, I had no further weight loss despite meticulous attention to my Weight Watchers plan and exercise. Out of frustration and the desire to stop throwing my money away, I decided to pursue WLS.



The genesis of my decision to pursue WLS actually has its roots in 1997, when I was enrolled in nursing school at the Medical College of Virginia in the BSN program and was assigned during one of my clinicals to attend a bariatric support group meeting. It is common in med-surg clinicals to care for these patients after their WLS, and I am sure the school believed that requiring attendance would allow us to gain a better appreciation for the unique needs of these patients. At that time, my weight was down and I remember feeling sorry for the people there, thinking that they were taking the easy way out. I remember telling myself that no matter how overweight I got, I would never in a million years have a gastric bypass. It seemed too drastic, too desperate, too life-changing. And I knew the physiology behind the operation and I didn’t think I could handle the potential physiologic sequelae and the fact that one’s life would be forever changed and there was no going back to old, comfortable habits. Yet, I was deeply affected by the quiet desperation of these individuals and even though I rejected it at the time, I could see so much of myself in their pained faces. Time marched steadily onward, and I struggled mightily with the specter of my weight shadowing everything in my life – my career prospects, my relationships, and my daily enjoyment of my life. I struggle daily with the concept of “the outside catching up with the inside”, meaning that I am fully aware that I am a unique individual with wonderful talents that I freely offer everyone around me. I am highly intelligent, funny, dedicated, a good mother and employee, a fine musician, the list goes on and on. I am proud of myself and my outstanding accomplishments. But as long as I remain this overweight and keep having to devote nearly every waking moment to battling my weight, these qualities will be useless to others if my health does not allow me to share them and I am hindered by the oppression of diabetes, hypertension, or other obesity-related illnesses for which I am a sitting duck.



I came a little closer to making the decision for WLS last year after my husband just casually mentioned after my latest diet fiasco that two ladies that he worked with had WLS and are now enjoying health and happiness; perhaps I should consider it given the obvious fact that I was at my wit’s end with my struggle and my health was deteriorating as I got older. Instead of thoughtfully considering his statement, I launched into an insulting tirade about how that was the weak, easy way out and I could never, ever do that to myself. He hates seeing me step on the scale, week after week, after being so attentive to my lifestyle plan just to lose nothing and be overcome with frustration and hopelessness. He also sees the embarrassment I suffer, particularly when I see someone I knew back in high school or earlier in life and I quickly turn and walk the other way because I am embarrassed and ashamed by my weight gain. Or, the disappointment I feel when I take my son to Busch Gardens and can’t ride the rides because I am too big and can’t walk more than a short ways without getting winded and having to sit down. Imagine how my son feels because his mother not only looks different than the other mothers even though I have probably accomplished more than any five of them put together, but can’t do any of the same activities because of mobility and other health issues. Then, someone at OA recently asked me, “If a treatment came out for alcoholics that virtually guaranteed that their illness would be cured, wouldn’t you want them to have it?” How could I as a compassionate human being say “no, let ‘em suffer because they’re weak and taking the easy way?” WLS surgery for the overweight who have tried everything to no avail is no different than the alcoholic receiving such hypothetical treatment. In fact, it is more difficult for the overweight because one cannot go without eating, while an alcoholic would be perfectly well to never touch another drop of alcohol their whole life because it is not necessary for sustenance. I struggled with my feelings because WLS or some hypothetical “cure” for alcoholism cannot cure the issues in one’s life that contributed to having problems with overeating and alcoholism in the first place. This is also why WLS candidates are carefully screened psychologically to ensure that these people know it will not make those issues go away, that lifestyle change is still necessary and unless the issues are dealt with, the surgery may not be a success. It was then I realized the WLS is merely a “tool”. It is NOT easy, not a magic pill. You can see, therefore, that my decision to do this was NOT made lightly and was a long time in the making. I WANT to feel full after a just a few bites and I WANT to be able to go without hunger pangs. I WANT to have a deterrent to eating the wrong foods and an incentive for choosing the right ones. I don’t have personal demons that “cause” me to overeat such as child abuse, trauma, or “emotional eating” and I have made the lifestyle changes necessary to ensure that WLS is a success. I just inherited an extremely sluggish metabolism and have not been able to counter environmental influences effectively enough to control my weight given this fact. And, because of my extreme weight fluctuations over the years, the “yo-yoing”, it is likely my body knows no “set point” for metabolism; hence, the metabolic syndrome. Therefore, I am an ideal candidate for this surgery. I am doing this to free myself of the overwhelming specter of my weight that threatens to cause me great personal anguish and physical disability. Also, if I added up all of the money I have spent on weight-loss-related programs and paraphernalia and added a nickel for each of the tears I have cried because of my failures, I would be the richest person on Earth ten times over. Do you know how frustrating it is to be so successful in all areas of life except the one that is most visible to others, and the one by which most people will judge you on first impression? And to see people who are average-sized or thin, but ugly inside be accepted almost unconditionally? No one should have to live like that. And for that reason I have never really lived the life I have wanted and deserve to live. ]]> LaughEveryDay http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=324 I suck! http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=323 Wed, 15 Oct 2008 04:19:31 GMT I suck. Thank you for listening! :eek: I suck.

Thank you for listening!

:eek: ]]> ButterflyReborn http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=323 Blog = Profile http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=322 Wed, 08 Oct 2008 04:58:02 GMT Blogging/Profile feature for Quix! When did this happen? I'm just not in the know! :-) ]]> ButterflyReborn http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=322 A New Goal . . . http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=321 Sun, 21 Sep 2008 00:57:55 GMT So, I joined a gym. And I've been going several times a week. And the scary thing is . . . I'm starting to like it! Two days ago I went to my first spinning class. My goal was to pedal through the whole class and not fall to the floor when I got off the bike. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. It was a HARD workout. I don't think I've had that much sweat since I marched a 3 mile parade in marching band in high school. I was just so damn proud of myself! Proud that I was brave enough to walk into the class, proud that I pushed and challenged myself, proud that I was able to stop thinking about what other people might think of me. Proud that I finished. Proud that though my legs were a bit wobbly, they held me up. The only bad thing is that I'm still sore in places I didn't know could get sore - lol.

This brings me to my new goal. In 6th grade, one of my teacher's had us make a list of things we wanted to do before we died. I still have that list. I had recently watched an Ironman Triathalon on TV and was in awe of the atheletes. One of the things on my list was to complete a triathalon. Until now, I never thought I could do it. Now, I'm thinking . . . maybe I can. So, the goal is: I want to complete a Sprint Triathalon (swim 1/2 mile, bike 14 miles, run 3 miles) by August 2010. It scares the crap out of me just writing that. But each time I go to the gym, I'm amazed at how strong and resilient this body of mine is. I'm going to complete this goal - and scream from the rafters when I do!! ]]> glugunkwen http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=321 <![CDATA[Nature's Own Double Fiber Wheat Bread - GF%=64]]> http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=318 Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:24:57 GMT There is another blog in this folder about what makes a food a great food to me. As more foods get... There is another blog in this folder about what makes a food a great food to me. As more foods get added to this folder, that will probably be the last blog on the last page. Basically, it is an easily prepared food that 50% or more of the calories come from either protein or fiber.

Serving: 1slice
Calories: 50
Protein: 3 gr
Fat: 0.5 gr
Carb: 13 gr
Fiber: 5 gr
Sugar: <1 gr
% Calories From Fiber & Protein: 64%
Cost: varies
Package Size: I Loaf
Location: Bread Aisle
Comments: Great specs for a bread. Works well for sandwiches with lean meats or fat free cheeses to really optimize protein and fiber but still have the convenience and satisfaction of eating a sandwich.
]]> Paul in Dallas http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=318 Canned Black Beans - GF%=55 http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=317 Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:29:31 GMT There is another blog in this folder about what makes a food a great food to me. As more foods get... There is another blog in this folder about what makes a food a great food to me. As more foods get added to this folder, that will probably be the last blog on the last page. Basically, it is an easily prepared food that 50% or more of the calories come from either protein or fiber.

Serving: 1/2 cup
Calories: 110
Protein: 8 gr
Fat: 0.5 gr
Carb: 23 gr
Fiber: 7 gr
Sugar: 1 gr
% Calories From Fiber & Protein: 55%
Cost: varies
Package Size: varies with brand
Location: Canned Goods Aisle
Comments: The highest protein and fiber of the various beans I've read labels on. These specs are from the Bush's brand can label.

]]> Paul in Dallas http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=317 <![CDATA[My New Duke's Durham Regional Hospital Article]]> http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=316 Sun, 31 Aug 2008 18:19:30 GMT
Looks like my 15 minutes of fame continues. Here is my newest article for the Duke's Durham Regional Hospital's "Your Health' magazine. Hopefully it will encourage other folks to get help before it's too late. :thumbsup:

http://www.durhamregional.org/health...all%202008.pdf
]]> tima http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=316 <![CDATA[It is God's Will! Yeah, right...]]> http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=315 Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:09:27 GMT A little theology here, as the way I see it....

People say, 'well it's God's will, that this or that has happened.' HOGWASH! The way I see it, God's will happens in ones life long before said mishap, for example, 12 year old Teddy gets hit by a car and is rushed into surgery, the doctors work frantically to save his life. He dies. Meaningful people say, 'it was God's will.' Okay, Teddy is back in surgery and the doctors are working frantically to save him, he lives! People say, 'it was God's will.' Uh...wait a minute, can it be two ways? Is it God's will if someone dies and is it also God's will if someone lives. I don't think so. In the book of Matthew, chapter 18 verse 15 it says, 'it is not God's intent that one of these little ones should die.' Interpreted that means little Teddy, old Betsy, mom, dad, or granny. God's will is that all people will come to know him as God, the Creator and Lover of the world. God's will comes long into people's lives long before the disease, car wrecks, shootings, falling off the ladder...roof, etc.. I believe that little Teddy dies because of the damn truck/car, or his choice to step in front of it, or sin, evil if you want to go that way. If Teddy lives, then it is the talent of the doctors and the less severity of the internal injuries. I believe a lotta people are sorely mixed up about the God thing because of well intended but ignornant interpretations of what and what is not God's will. If your God intentionally takes a child - then I don't really want to be a part of that God. My mom died of cancer, was it God's will? Hell no, it was the cancer's will, be it evil or sin or just plain bad disease. That's the way I see it.... ]]> BobM. http://quixoticwls.org/forums/blog.php?b=315