Hello world.
I'm Tatjana. I've felt like crap for 2 years and since I've managed to stump the doctors, I've decided to take what control I do have into my own hands. Even if I can't control the extreme pain my jointies feel or the crippling fatigue, I
can control what goes into my mouth. It came to me in that wacky state between waking and sleep while I was on prednisone:
gooooo macrooooo... 
I've spent the last 6 days reading and preparing for this moment. Having returned from a convention, I've got my rice and lentils soaking (not together), and I've set out some miso for breakfast... I went shopping for basic dry goods before I left and stopped on the way home from the airport for some fresh veggies.
I don't actually have a kitchen (yet), so I'll be cooking on the grill for now. My stove is in the garage, wrapped in plastic. My cast iron skillet and wok are ready for action!
I wish I could find a macro counselor in my area, but there is only a cooking class, as far as I know. My area is notoriously yuppy and expensive for alternative stuff. I do have symptoms of both extreme yin and extreme yang, so this should be pretty interesting. I'm taking the strict course to desludge enough to get a little more clear on what is going on. At this point I just feel like I need to start. Then I can worry about adjustments. I've even started a blog to chart my adventures and misadventures.
Anyhow, nice to meet you. Looking forward to getting to know you. Any wisdom is welcome. I know this first week will be tough. By Saturday I may need some cheering up. I hear by the fourth day you want to kill yourself, and then the fifth day comes and you leap from the bed like a new person. Well... something like that.
Cheers and happy chewing.
Tatjana