It feels like all my life I have had medical issue. I used to always throw up in school...not because I had an eating disorder but apparently according to my Pediatrician, that's how I handled stress. Man...too bad I grew out of that one...other wise I'd be skinny and on America's Next Top Model. I was also diagnosed with GERD when I was in Middle school (I think it was middle school...although I may be incorrect). I had/have awful heartburn. It actually wasn't until this year that I found a pill that I can go all day on and not get heartburn. What i mean by that is that on my old pills, I would take one at night and be okay...but if I got up in the morning and had anything to drink or eat...I couldn't lay back down without having to take another pill...which wasn't prescribed that way...but that's how it had to be. So I guess you could say (and I am sure my mother would) that I've always been a bit of a hypochondriac...although now a days I'm a cyberchondriac because I medically diagnose myself via online tools like WedMd or Mayoclinic. So today I realized that I think I may have a gluten intolerance. You see...my stomach always does weird things and lately whenever I eat something I get very bloated and my stomach becomes distended. I have horrible internal gas and pressure...and this has been going on for awhile. I chalked it up to my stomach hating me...but, I think it actually be my stomach hating Gluten. What attracted me to this conclusion was that after my breakfast this morning my stomach started doing it's normal thing. Grumbling, rumbling, pressure, pain, and bloating. Now, all I had eaten was donut holes (I'm not completely ruling out that my problems could just be because I eat crap all day long), which lead me to wonder if this was all caused by gluten. I have lots of the symptoms...and lord knows I lack energy and feel tired all the time (another symptom). So today at lunch I tried to test my hypothesis by eating Wheat Thins. Mine as well not waste any time and go for the full on wheat overload. And of course my stomach feels the same as before. This has caused me to decide that I should probably try a Gluten Free diet. This is going to be incredibly hard because 1) I LOVE food. B) I never was good at the Adkins diet because I LOVE bread and pasta. 3) I love carbs. D) Did I mention I love food?? The upside is that M. is currently on the diet, so that makes it a little easier. And if I stick to meat, veggies, and fruit I should be good...and I might even drop some lb's in the process. The part that is going to suck is that we've probably never followed the GF diet as it's supposed to be followed. Technically you're supposed to have a separate toaster, silverware, plates, fridge, etc. for all your GF food so that there's no cross contamination. We never did that. Who has money or space for all new appliances?? We do however not feed M anything with Gluten, and to me, that has really helped her. So I guess I can give it awhirl.
The moral of this story you may ask?? You see, I am going to blog about how this adventure turns out. Will it help?? Will I feel better?? Who knows...but I do know that it never hurts to try.
On a completely different note...
My dear aunt passed away fairly unexpectedly over the weekend. I was not at all ready for this nor had I planned on this happening. She was my only real aunt, and she spoiled me with love, kindness, and generosity. You see, my aunt never had children of her own, so to a degree she treated my brother and me like we were hers. Every summer she'd take me (my brother too...but on his own) on vacations and trips. Thanks to her I have visited lots of different states. Sure, she had her faults...but the good far outweighed them. Just like my grandmother, you never heard her say a cross word about anyone. Ever. She saw the good in people. And loved everyone. I took her for granted...as I probably do with my whole family. You don't realize that one minute someone is here and the next they're gone. I decided that one of the most painful words in the English language is regret. Why didn't I call her? Why didn't I tell her I loved her more. Why didn't I go see her the last time I was in town? There was always an excuse with me...story of my life. My heart will never be quite the same without her. She gave me a present once, I believe for Christmas...and it might be my most prized possession. It's nothing big...or extravagant...rather simple really. When I was a little child (not sure the year it was given to me) she gave me a teddy bear...and to this day...at 33 years old, I still sleep with it. "its" actual name was Dandy the Millionaire Bear. I guess even as a young child I had aspirations of being rich. :) I take that bear on all of my trips...and sleep with it every night. There is no doubt when you take one look at Dandy, that he's been loved. Remember at the top how I talked about throwing up when I was in school?? Well I also threw up when we'd go on road trips...so needless to say, he's seen the spin cycle a time or two. And sure, he has no stuffing in his neck, and he's had to be sewn here and there...but he's been my favorite constant in my life. I sometimes think about what I would take if I had a fire...and besides, getting my family out and my dog out...the one thing I would have to have would be my teddy bear. Even over my pictures I think. As dumb as it sounds, whenever I am down, or sick, or lonely, or depressed...that bear is with me. And now, with the passing of my aunt, I am going to hold that bear a little tighter.
Man...I think I had ADD. The real reason for writing about my aunt, is kind of in relation to the top. My aunt had Diabetes, and was overweight...even obese. But despite having Diabetes, she never ate right. She always ate out...and not good for you stuff either. But that got me thinking. I honestly don't know if I was diagnosed with a medical condition, if even then I'd stop how I eat. Take the gluten for example. Say I really have a gluten intolerance...I don't know that I'm strong enough to follow a non-gluten diet. I always said that my aunt should have eaten better, blah blah blah...but it's easier said than done. Just one of my many leasons I've learned in life.
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