Living in limbo while I wait for my phone to ring so I know what my test results are or, feeling crappy while I sit and wait for test results?
Don’t get me wrong, I have good days but I have had more than my share of crappy days lately.
When exactly did I piss off my body? And how do I make peace with it?
I grew up eating Cheerios and now a bowl of those tasty little “o”‘s sends my body into a tail spin.
Bloated and uncomfortable my husband found me curled up on the sofa in pain while I waited for my body to digest the entire mess. Dang easier lunch options.
Because I haven’t been given a clear diagnosis yet I ignorantly figured that since I have always been eating bread I would just keep doing it.
How stupid can one girl be?
That small bowl was Defiantly not worth the pain and suffering I have been experiencing that’s for sure.
I have never been this grouchy before trying to figure out what I can eat that will fill me up and not leave me feeling awful.
The entire experience has really opened up my eyes.
I knew I was a “carb junkie” but all this time I have turned a blind eye and have been ignoring what my body has been trying to tell me.
Stuffing my face with toast and cereal and not linking the pain that what I was putting into my body was effecting me quite like that.
Blaming my coffee addiction because that seemed like the logical response.
But it’s not the coffee…. and I haven’t quite figured out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
How long do I wait before I call the doctor’s office?
Maybe I just need to shut up and listen to what my body is
telling screaming at me and just steer clear of gluten and see what happens?
I know it’s do-able but it’s going to take a lot more work for me to figure out exactly what I can and can not eat.
**sigh** until then, I am just going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs….