Killing me softly…
Don’t say anything. Not a word. Just watch this first:
Now, I have put one more piece of the puzzle in place. My husband and I grew up on all kinds of food. Every kind of junk food there was in the 80’s, plus home-grown veggies for me as well. Do you know what I discovered yesterday? After my tiny breakdown, for real, I discovered that I am allergic to things I eat everyday. I am allergic to SUGAR and my license to be Southern is going to be revoked. Who in their right mind is allergic to sugah in the south??? That might as well be like saying I am allergic to air. After I had my meltdown, I got to work. Okay, so soy, sugar, cinnamon and oh yeah tomatoes. I started by looking up soy. I can live without that. Fine. Whatever. But something was still nagging me. The stomach bloat, pain, and pressure. There is a wheat connection here somewhere because I had started to feel better gluten-free, just not quite myself yet.
After opening 5 tabs and cross-referencing, I sent all the links to my mom because her first words were “I have never heard of anyone being allergic to that.” I found some really great writers and I am so thankful for them. Because at first, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I found this link and it explained pain in my joints, which was interesting, because as you know, I have that from a few years ago, but I was playing pick one of my illnesses as it is a symptom of one of them anyway. I then moved on to this article explaining IBS and sugar intolerance. Hmm. Close. But this momma really nailed it on the head over here. She links fructose malabsorption to depression. Bing, bing, bing. She wins. I was depressed, er, but that could be because of the whole eliminate sugar thing.
Anyway, I wanted to share all of this because I am not quite done yet, but everyone was asking me what I found out. This is quite a bit of news to take in. Especially the TED talk. Whew. You are what you eat?
“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are.” ~ Jean Brillat-Savarin
4 thoughts on “Killing me softly…”
I am a bowl of cereal.
Ha. I am rice. Sigh.