Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Yo tengo doler de estamago. I think that is how you say “I have a stomach ache” in Spanish…but it’s been awhile. Since around 10:00 AM yesterday I have had a constant stomach ache, been gassy, bloated and had the big D (I know TMI…but haven’t you learned to expect that form me yet?). I felt so bad yesterday after lunch that I considered not eating dinner last night for fear that I would have to spend the night in the bathroom and ended up eating anyway…..and spending the night running to the bathroom. I couldn’t figure out what the heck might have caused me to feel this way. During what felt like my 10th visit to the bathroom last night it hit me…..maybe my clean diet was actually cleansing me?? Counting today, I have been juicing for 9 days and following the nutrition recommendations for almost a month. Could it be that my body is finally starting to rid itself of 25 years worth of toxins? (Either that or I have a virus and I like my first theory much better so that is what I’m going with.) Whatever is going on made me terrified to fall asleep last night for fear that I was going to fart in my sleep. When you are trying to make a baby it is important to seem as attractive as possible to your husband. “Trying” is already taking something fun and turning it into a job so some romance needs to stick around if possible and that is hard to do when I am blasting my hubby away while I sleep. I don’t think it happened in my sleep though. I didn’t wake myself up at any point in the night and he didn’t say anything this morning and I am almost sure he would have made fun of me. It however did happen while I was standing outside with the dogs this morning. I was actually thinking to myself…..I feel a lot better today and then I felt my stomach bloat and then came a visit from the gas fairy again. While making my juice before leaving for work, I noticed that my boobs were throbbing and I had some lower cramping. Again, I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me or if both of those symptoms were really present. I decided I was probably imaging things and left for work. As I sit here drinking my juice I am praying that my stomach doesn’t start to hurt again or that I don’t bloat again today. Last night while getting ready for bed, I noticed that I was so bloated that I looked like I was 4 months pregnant. Thankfully my stomach had deflated by the time it was time to change out of my sweatpants and into my work pants this morning. I got some time to read the chapter in my Dangerous Grains book last night and was surprised to find that not all rice is gluten free. Here I had been eating rice thinking I was making the healthy choice and I could have still been putting poison in my body. If the rice is labeled as enriched, it has a coating on it and there is a 50% chance the coating has gluten in the ingredients. When buying rice, if the box says enriched on it and doesn’t also say it is gluten free, you might as well be buying a loaf of bread. I was very frustrated after reading this. Just another thing I am going to have to cut out of the old diet when at eating out because I seriously doubt the high school or college student that is working will know what “enriched” rice is and if their employer serves it. The chapter also discussed how harmful gluten is to people with an allergy to it. Not to get dramatic but finally deciding to completely cut gluten out of my diet probably saved my life. I believe everything happens for a reason and I really think that I received my POF diagnosis so that I would change my evil ways (I am singing Santana’s song in my head right now “you’ve got to change your evils ways, baby). I am finally taking care of “me” and it feels really great. I am frightened to think what damage I have done to my body but I know I can heal, just need to watch what I eat, exercise and reduce the stress level. Speaking of which, I need a break!