My Battle with Food

This pretty much sums up my relationship with food. I can take it or leave it. Usually, I leave it...and if I happen to take it, I'm going to put it in my hair, rather than my mouth. For the record, that is peanut butter.

My blood work came back a couple weeks ago, and my thyroid is fine. My electrolyte levels, on the other hand, were "a little low" and the doctor said my blood was too acidic. That means that I may have something called renal tubular acidosis (RTA), which (from what mommy can tell) is a disease that occurs when the kidneys fail to excrete acids into the urine, which causes a person’s blood to remain too acidic. Great. Apparently, the altered pH of a person with RTA can decrease the appetite and adversely affect weight gain. Lovely. I go back to the doctor on Wednesday for more testing, so we hopefully will know if there is something really wrong with me or if I am just being stubborn in my battle against food.

Truthfully, I am frustrating mommy to no end with my lack of appetite - especially since her priority in life is to get me to gain weight so I can once again be on the CDC growth chart. Yesterday, I had 3/4 of a cheese egg for breakfast. For lunch, I had two pieces of macaroni and five peas. Dinner was a bit of an improvement - I had about a tablespoon of meatloaf, some green peas, a tater tot, and some dessert Nana left me. She's tried everything to lure me into eating, even resorting to giving me foods Thatcher NEVER would have had (Bagel Bites, fast food cheeseburgers, french fries, daily peanut butter milkshakes) to make sure I am eating the most fattening things imaginable. She's tried everything under the sun and has said she would give me Winston and W's poop if she thought it had a lot of calories and I'd eat it.

Happy Times

Eating the Strawberry Cream Cheese Angel Food Cake Dessert Nana Made