The first day of my RA blogging

So, since my RA came back full force a few weeks ago, making it difficult to type this stupid sentence,
my parents, husband, kids and new doctors have been asking me to do all sorts of things.

My dad reserved this book at Barnes and Noble called
Arthritis by Ellen Kamhi, PhD, and Eugene Zampieron, N.D

I thought, "Really, more stuff to read?" but it wasn't bad. And so began my "detox" diet.
Only raw, steamed or grilled fruits or veggies. No nightshades or citrus. That means no tomatoes (waaah!), no potatoes, no eggplant, blah, blah, blah.
But the absolute worst thing of all .....

NO COFFEE!!!!

Can you believe it? I still can't. It's horrible. :(

So this began yesterday:

Breakfast: Nectarine and green tea
Lunch: Carrots and grapes
Dinner: Grilled Cauliflower and Kale Salad

Recipe for Kale salad (in case you're interested)
Grapes (cut in half)
Kale (cut into itsy bitsy pieces)
Avocado
Mushrooms

Let everything marinate in olive oil, lemon juice, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper.

It was very good. Then I stupidly tried to carry the salad from the refrigerator with one hand. It was in a tupperware. I thought I could do it. But my RA said "Nope!" and down went the kale. :(

So today I had (this is so boring):
Breakfast: Watermelon (1 quarter) and green tea
Lunch: Kale salad (what didn't fall on the ground)
           grapes, banana and nectarine

I haven't had dinner yet.

The naturopathic doctor says I have to describe the weather every day, so according to weather.com

It was 113 degrees yesterday and slightly humid and is only 105 degrees today, but not that humid.

I'm taking all these pills that everyone tells me to take.
Vitamin D (2000 mg)
Vitamin B complex (no idea)
Folic Acid (800 mcg)
Omega 3 (3000 mg)
Probiotics
Magnesium
L-Argenine
L-Lysine
Blah blah blah

I've been trying to swim in my new pool, but unfortunately my wrists and knees won't allow it.
So I've been reduced to kicking along on a noodle.
The kids find this highly amusing.
They keep telling me how silly and sad I look on the noodle.
Sabrina even went as far as showing me what I look like, with occasional "Owws." for realism.

Oh well. I'll come back and tell you what I had for dinner.
I have to go tutor some girl who doesn't want to do any of the work I assigned for her.

Oh yeah. I'm supposed to tell you my stress level on a scale of 1-10.
I said 5, but my husband says I'm at 7.
I think maybe I let my stress get to 15 and still think it's at an 8, so I'll take his word on it.

Bye.