I self-diagnosed my food allergies in the middle of a gigantic life transition in 2008-9. I was honestly not well, did not trust any form of establishment, and was pretty sick of feeling out of control in my life.
So, I put myself through an elimination diet. I tried to listen to my body. I ate like a Buddhist monk (apt description – thanks, LB) for years. My diet invaded every social space and relationship and became intimately wound up in my identity. Like things do.
And, it wasn’t until I got my chronic depression in check that I actually started feeling better. I couldn’t remember why food made me sick. I also had room in myself to question my past decision. So this fall, under medical advice, I slowly added back all the foods I had restricted for the last 7+ years. I started about three months ago with dairy, then corn, and finally a few weeks back with the ominous gluten.
No reactions. No complications. My mucous membranes appear to be intact. The stress around controlling my kitchen, eating out, and kissing Scott after he had cereal is gone. Instead, I am focusing my energy on eating everything I haven’t enjoyed in years. Like Thanksgiving stuffing and pie, pizza and tortillas and Girl Scout cookies.
This is really improving my quality of life and my hopes for future travel (and meals). And it frees up a lot of mental space as I attempt the arduous journey through my graduate degree.
So that’s it, guys. I’m eating the food. I’m studying food. I’m loving Baltimore with my fella. Things are good. Insanely busy but full of gluten, soy, corn, dairy and life.