It’s been one year since I began eating “clean” or “safe.” I honestly never thought I’d make it through the first week without gluten, and then to remove eggs and all forms of dairy….I cried. Literally, in the Dr.’s office. I was devastated. Gluten, for me, was so easy to eliminate compared to eggs. Plus, there are plenty of alternative dairy products: almond milk, coconut milk, coconut ice cream, etc. Eggs, though? No. I can sub in applesauce to bake with, but I can’t fry it up and make an omelet. It just isn’t going to happen. Over the past 12 months, I have found new recipes, invented some of my own, even found some safe candy to eat. I have also found many other food allergens I didn’t know I had. Once my body was clean of the gluten, dairy, and eggs, it was able to focus on other things that damage it. For example, corn, certain seeds, beans (any and all kinds, including bean flour), processed sugar, caffeine, walnuts (????), lettuce, and more. I don’t stray too far from foods I know are safe or recipes I have already tested. If I do, I have unimaginable pain, heart palpitations, fainting and dizzy spells, etc. I have to eat “clean” meat: no antibiotics, grass fed, free range, no nitrites, etc. My poor, sweet husband has had to stay up with me many nights when something “new” was introduced into my foods or an allergen was present and we didn’t realize it.
It has been quite the journey. There have been days I felt great and days I couldn’t get out of bed. Overall though, I can say, my body is healing. I detox with lemon water regularly, and will always be on pro and pre-biotics. But I am not having the issues I was-migraines, adrenal fatigue, bowel impactions, IBS-M, failure to gain weight, and I’m sure there are more I can’t remember. I’ve gained 10 pounds, which doesn’t thrill me, but I know I needed it for my health. We still don’t have a diagnosis, although we sent off for genetic testing and should soon. The Dr. is just referring to it as an “autoimmune disease, unspecified.” The OCD in me wants to scream at that, but I’ll take it for now. I *want* so badly to say that this is such a good experience, and I’m so glad I’m going through it, but I’m not going to lie. Some days it sucks. Some days I still cry. Some days I still don’t get out of bed on time. Some days I get up, clean the house, teach the kids, play basketball outside with them, go for a walk, grocery shop, cook 2 or 3 recipes, and prepare supper (I wish all days were like this one). You win some; you lose some. I’m still pressing onward, most assured that my God is helping me through and holding me up, sometimes carrying me on His back, to get to where I need to be. I know I still have work to do on this earth for Him, so I need to be in the best health I can be in to do it. Regardless of what happens from here on out, I made it a year 🙂