I started seeing a naturopath. We checked my food allergies because I was having to take a daily heartburn medication to prevent awful acid reflux day and night.
Turns out I’m allergic to 90% of the food I was eating!
Cow milk, egg yolks, peanuts, almonds, oats, wheat, gluten (duh) , cheddar cheese.
So now I get to fake fulfillment with my new diet of salad greens, veggies and fruit.
You can imagine the mood i’ve been in. Week 1 was actually good. I was high on my superiority of doing the, maybe, second healthiest choice of my entire 45 years.
Week 2 has been less magical. The reality of egg white scramble and salads for lunch every day began to set in. The first week was self motivating because I had zero heartburn issues. Zip. Nada. Week 2 I got a little ahead of myself and tried to wing it for lunch one day. Instead of sticking with the tortilla soup I planned on, I opted for chilaquiles with chile colorado.
Halfway through the dish, I realized the stringy globs were not cheese, but rather scrambled eggs. 😳
When I say immediate regret set in, I am not exaggerating. The last 2 hours of work was a constant battle of preventing my fiery angry stomach acid from filling my mask. Not to mention the roiling fire that was singeing my stomach wall.
Today I have a very boring salad to greet me after muddling through a foggy sleepy morning. I have been grumpy and on edge all day… and this was before I choked on a spinach stem from lunch.
French fries have never violated me like my salad did. I have exactly 55 minutes left until Im not responsible for a young mind learning.
Changing ones life choices after 45 years of giving into every whim is quite a bitch to adjust to. They say being around someone who has quit smoking is rough, but I say existing near a large woman who has recently had to ditch peanut butter, milk and all baked goods can be life threatening.