Problems in the DNA

Tom Papa, a comedian on Netflix, has a joke that we quote all the time in my household. He talks about how he doesn't trust his GPS when she gives him directions, so when she tells him to turn left he laughs and says "haha, you're adorable. i'm going straight".

and it's funny because it's true.

this Christmas break, my brilliant husband had the great idea to look for old family videos on VCR and watch them. we find a video of my 3rd birthday. my parents gave me a rocketship from NASA - you know the kind that you have to wind back, let go, and let it roll across the table.

i see this ship roll and i grab for it. my mom tries to show me how it works. and i, in my 3 year old ridiculously high-pitched voice, i say "no, i can do it!". no matter that i have no idea how to wind it up, i'm not waiting for anyone to show me.

cute, right?

as i'm watching with my family, they all chuckle at my independence. i watch in horror as i realize i do this with the Lord daily. NO, i will not let You show me the way. NO, i will not take my hands off my things. NO, i will not trust You - i'm doing it my way, i'm going straight.

my husband stood equally amazed, knowing this about my heart, and he kept muttering - you still do this. you still do this. i'm shocked at how your behavior is in your DNA.

and while it may be socially acceptable for a 3-yr-old to behave this way on her birthday, it is not acceptable 20-something years later for me to still not trust my Father who knows all things, sees all things, and controls all things.

problems in my DNA.
this is why Jesus had to come.
Emmanuel - God with us - to overcome the problems in our DNA.

Merry Christmas.
may we all better trust our Father (and our GPS) to guide us through our daily twists and turns.

Enchilada Chicken and Rice

Since part of my blog title now includes the words "gluten-free" I thought I'd share a recipe that I made up today. We call this cooking Elizalde-style, bc you just grab stuff, throw it in, and hope it's amazing:

Preheat oven @ 375.

In a lightly greased 9x13 casserole dish, pour 1 1/2c rice and 2 cups of water on the bottom. Add a Progresso brand (gluten-free!) creamy chicken cheese enchilada soup and a can of Rotel.

 

Cut your chicken breasts so they are thin - put them on top of the rice. I sprinkled paprika and some salt & pepper. I also added 2 serranos, 1/3 onion, 3-5 tomatillos into my Ninja power chopper (my favorite kitchen gadget!!) and chop them up small.

Cover and bake for 1 hour in the oven. I hope you enjoy as much as my husband did (the 9x13 pan is halfway gone!)

CABIN fever

Thanksgiving week. 

Rosemary in the toilet, potatoes in the bathtub. 

J gets on the roof to see what he can see in the pipes. We don't have a big ladder. Improvise.

City plumbing. No luck.

Warranty plumber - warranty won't pay for anything. Sucker. 

No heat. Cold. 

No sleep. Too cold. 

Warranty vendor #1 - I can't figure it out. Sucker.

Sick husband. Probably from the cold.

Thankful to go back to school. 

Ice days. 6. days.

Intermittent heat. Cold. So cold. 

6 degrees outside. I'm so cold. 

My vendor - Clearly it's this problem. You need a new heater. 

Old one is 33 years old. 

Warranty company - nope we're not paying for that. Sucker. 

Now sending their own vendor #2 - again. Praying tomorrow.

I'm still cold.  

Thankful to go back to school. 

You could say that I have cabin fever. 

But maybe I'm "sick" of the drama from this "cabin". 

However, I have a warm well-insulated roof over my head, we never lost power, we got some much-needed rest with family time, and we're enjoying our space heaters. 

One day, we'll laugh about this....just like I now laugh about this

Christmas Spirit

Reading in Praying the Names of Jesus book, last week was "Jesus the Bread of Life" - focusing on how Jesus provides what we need and has conquered death so we can have life. What a beautiful time to be entering into the Christmas spirit!

When Thanksgiving is celebrated with plumbers, city trucks, and furnace experts - I know you're sooo jealous - it's sweet to remember that Jesus has provided everything that I need. Maybe I'm not sleeping bc the heat is going out at 430am, but He provides. Maybe our toilet is backed up because of the city's plumbing issues, but He provides.

And as I put up a fir tree, decorate with lights, hang words of "joy" on my door, and begin to wrap presents - I can remember that this is all due to the HOPE of the season, the HOPE of Eternal Life with Jesus, the HOPE that one day He will come, and HOPE that Immanuel ("God with us") is already with me every day in every moment.

Layers

New blog layouts. New outlooks. New daily habits. New life seasons.

So for those who may not know, here are the current layers of my health.

- much much much pain for many years, endure it, even when it gets worse
- jaw doctor - you have TMJ
- orthodontist - you need braces
- voice specialist(s!!!) - you have polyps, nodules, vocal cord paralysis, i don't know what's wrong with you, do vocal therapy
- chiropractor - all of your chronic 20+ years of pain is connected, i might be able to help (Dr. Howell is amazing btw)
- orthotics in shoes - no more feet/knee pain!
- physical therapy & trigger point shots & adjustments - greatly reduced pain! less migraines! getting stronger!
- pain flare ups - at chiro's suggestion I begin to look at inflammatory foods
- cut out gluten - greatly reduced inflammation in my body!!

It seems to me that the human body screams of a Creator God - no way all of this is connected without Elohim directly involved - as well as the sin of man - pain, tears, brokenness, interrupting the perfect harmony our bodies were made to be in. And for me, this journey towards health and introspection has been like uncovering layer upon layer. Once one thing is discovered, there is another part of the puzzle that is missing, another thing to sort out. Once the gluten intolerance is lifted, my migraine symptoms change and there's another thing to pray about and seek wisdom on. And while I'm hopeful for doctors, medicine, new diets, and home remedies can do, I have a new reality now. I have gone through denial, anger, depression, bargaining, and now - acceptance.

I will never be pain free.
And Jesus will help that to be okay.

I know that my story is less severe than many others - but every day I'm walking this, relying on my husband's servant's heart, good perspective and laughter to get me through. Every day I'm dependent on the strength from Jesus to get through or to lie down, to serve or to be served, to enjoy a walk or praise through the pain. Every day I'm balancing complicated layers of many symptoms and real-life responsibilities such as work, chores, and relationships.

This is my daily (gluten-free) bread. Join me.

One Month

Hi my name is Michelle and i'm addicted to gluten gluten-free. Give me my one month chip already and say I'm cured, okay?

So that's not gonna happen, but I HAVE been gf for 1 month and my pain has made a crazy 180 (with exception of 1 flare up which was caused by my ribs getting stuck to my spine, something I cannot blame on food).

I've also begun the anger/frustration phase of food grief. While Brian Regan makes it sound so hiliarious ...



...cutting anything that you love out of your diet is hard. Especially when you're not just doing it to follow the cool new food fad (coughcoughI'mlookingatyouDentoncoughcough) but because it will cause much physical pain.

But I'm trying to stay positive and become more educated. Here's what I've discovered.

It's not Celiac Disease. *whew*
It's not a wheat allergy.

It's more than likely a gluten intolerance - which is not a medical term and many Drs don't even recognize this as a real thing. But I do have almost ALL of these top 10 symptoms listed HERE , even down to the weird skin thing that I've had almost my whole life (go figure!).

I haven't had any reactions to oats, rye, or barley - i've only actively cut out wheat so I guess it could be worse?

Plus, I make a mean breakfast smoothie. I've been practicing for a whole month :)

Gluten free GAG ME

As some of you may know I've been dealing with a variety of health issues this past years (and many years previous if we're going to be honest). If I were to try to explain the many things that are wrong in this poor body it would be a much longer paragraph than you would read, so let's just say it's A LOT.

A few weeks ago I was in extreme "can't stop crying" pain. It was weird because I hurt ALL the time, so I should be used to it right? The only thing that was different in life was that I was eating a lot more pastas and pizzas than normal (circumstances outside of my control) and then I was laid up in bed for many afternoons. One day I told my chiro, "I don't get it. I wake up feeling fine and an hour later my pain begins. The only thing I've done in an hour is eat breakfast! How can my body be hurting already?"

Hmm... pasta, pizza, my wheat-based cereal... could it be that I have a gluten intolerance / wheat allergy?  I have crazy familial history with allergies (thanks mom!) and an allergist told me a few years ago "You are just an extremely allergic person" (thanks again mom!). Could it be?

So I began my experiment. No wheat. At all.

And the constant inflammation in my muscles decreased mightily. My muscle spasms lessened. My tears dried up. I had energy to do things (that is, until school started...).

So I began the process to *quickly* get allergy tested (because my insurance deductible resets in a week and I'd rather not pay for this expensive business). Turns out that quickly getting anything done in the health community is a cosmic joke. Getting it done the same week of Meet the Teacher and 1st week of school is ludicrous. So for now, all I have to go on is my 3 week experiment, my major decrease of (overall) pain, and my chiro's suspicion that it's "highly probable" that I'm allergic.

Now, before you think that I'm becoming another crunchy granola Paleo-only and-you-should-be-too Dentonite, let me console your fears. I want cereal. And pasta. And that tortilla in my Chipotle burrito was almost worth the pain backlash later. I'm cringing the next time I go into Olive Garden or Texas Roadhouse and having to pass on the bread *tears have actually been shed over this*. And saying no to baked goods is the hardest thing I've ever done. I would eat it if I could. But the ability to hush the physical civil war I've been enduring for YEARS is kind of worth it.

Kind of.

So here's to my gluten-free, hope-I-can-find-some-stuff-that-doesn't-taste-like-cardboard, continuous experiment. Because, I mean, come on, who's going to pay $1,000 just to know for sure?