Yesterday I hit a big bump in my new and -until then- exciting path of reintroducing foods. In the words of William Shakespeare, “Ah, me.”
By this afternoon I had dissolved into a puddle of frustrated tears; thankfully my sweet sister was ready to listen and offer support. Also thankfully, my sweet husband was here to comfort me with hugs and a cup of rooibos.
A few minutes ago I was downstairs enjoying a British gardening show on Netflix with Kirby, when all the power in town suddenly cut out completely! Naturally, Kirby has gone out to investigate with a flashlight. Me, I am taking it as a perfect opportunity for a candlelit bath.
Perhaps I should take a similar view of my stumbling block with the gut-healing diets; see it as a stepping stone to pause and slow down the way I’m approaching it all. I’ve nearly driven myself mad trying to take on too much all at once.
Odd, how such apparently unrelated incidents suddenly clicked together in my mind just now.
#blessed #serendipity #liveandlearn
I’ve been trying for the past year to heal some gut health issues which surfaced with the results of several lab tests beginning last September. I’d always been a staunch supporter of the simple dietary maxim, ‘all good things in moderation’… More or less. Generally ‘more’ with mouthwatering things like chocolate, and ‘less’ with gut-nourishing things like liver. But I was fairly set against whitewashing out whole food groups.
Alas, my test results were to knock my simple rules down flat.
It turned out I had fairly advanced adrenal fatigue (which causes plenty of hormonal imbalances) several food allergies (not life-threatening; the kind which causes inflammation) and intestinal permeability (more commonly known by its graphically descriptive nickname, leaky gut)… and a pretty un-pretty case of methane SIBO. Ew.
When I closed my dayhome at the end of the summer (which seems long ago and far away thanks to our wintry September weather) I threw myself, much more fully than had yet been feasible for me while so busy, into my gut healing project. I’d like to say I’ve done so with gusto, but in truth, it’s almost making me lose the will to live. Not actually, but it is literally making me lose the will to eat. Combining the Autoimmune Protocol (for leaky gut) and the SIBO diets leave me with a small and rather unsightly list of allowable foods.
Happily, it does work. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Also happily, it isn’t forever. Now that I’m seeing good results it’s time to start the best part of all- food reintroductions! Hopefully by Christmas eating will be less of a chore done when hunger drives me miserably to the kitchen, and a little more of the pleasure it has always been up until this low-grade health crisis.
#gut-healing #SIBO #AIP #food #health #un-cheerful #honest
Holding my breath. Up in the air. In limbo. Sometimes, even though I know better, and intend better, I seem to ‘press pause’ in some areas of my life. I carry on in the ways I simply must, but my curiosity and creativity functions go into ‘energy-saving mode’. It’s a shame, really.
In the last month I transitioned out of my dayhome (childcare) work, which had filled most of my days for six years… Suddenly, to-do lists were mushrooming menacingly out of otherwise innocent papers and pens on my neglected desk. I am faced with several time-consuming projects such as sorting and clearing and organizing my home in preparation for our long-anticipated downsizing move, and figuring out how to proceed with my gut-healing protocols. Then there’s the fun one; getting in touch with people I’ve missed while I’ve been so busy.
Well, here I am. Back from my hiatus, and hopefully here to stay!