Feeling chatty again. ? Not sure if you've tried totally eliminating the dairy, eggs, and gluten, as well as the meat, all at the same time, but those things create mega pain within my meat-coated skeleton like no other, for days. Not to mention the stress of the thoughts of the dairy processes as a female sexual/domestic abuse survivor and living within ear shot of a dairy farm.
Eggs make me feel heavy all over and disrupt my gut in a big way. It was weird discovering how so many of my usual daily staples were causing so much dis-ease. I also have a couple spots of eczema that show up after consumption of those things, too. Inflammatory responses kicked into turbo and then some, it seems. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to give all that up until I kept checking in for blood work and testing to make sure I wasn't hurting more than I was helping, and got greatly improved and consistent results.
No wonder I felt like death warmed over for so many decades because those are the things I basically lived off of, most especially while working f/t and going to school at the same time. A couple eggs and toast in the mornings, with a side of bacon or sausage if I had time. Make it all a sandwich and top with cheese or gravy on the weekends, usually. Or a few pop-tarts or donuts if I was in a hurry. Usually a meat and cheese sandwich of some variety at lunch with fries or chips. Subway was a favorite - of course - the place that convinced us a whole freakin' foot long loaf of bread at lunch was good for us. lol Maybe a salad, but I had to top it off with meat, eggs, and a shit ton of dressing.
Some kind of meat and starch (not a good food combination for the innards) and a small amount of veggies for supper. Once in a while I'd do fruit for dessert (another food combination that makes some massive gut grenades) but usually would dive into ice cream, Little Debbie cakes, or chocolate. I basically lived out of cans/boxes/drive-thru windows/microwaves for many years for the "convenience" factor. I definitely didn't take time to chew my food well, as I was always on the go. I didn't realize at the time that my stomach didn't have teeth to finish chewing what I often inhaled. My poor innards. ?
When I'd cook at home, it was "good ol' Southern style cooking" full of flour/sugar/salt/meat/eggs/cheese and at least one veggie, often times smothered in gravy, thickening, or cheese. Or else I'd cook the veggie in water and add a slab of butter and a spoonful of sugar, just like mom taught me. With a shit ton of coffee, sodas, diet sodas, starbucks "treats", chocolate milk, and sweetened iced tea in between. Convinced, based on what I'd been taught, that as long as it was a liquid of some sort, I was adequately hydrating myself. Beep! Wrong answer! Back to the unlearning board to see what other shift was possible based on being misfed and misled for so long.
Between the electrical issue with my heart (a-fib and atrial flutter that occurred several years after losing over 100 lbs. and feeling better than I ever had - which made me feel I wasted my damn time) and living in a pretty much constant state of fight/flight thanks to the cptsd, just a little bit of caffeine makes the anxiety levels skyrocket to uncomfortable levels. Even the supposed decaf coffee made my body respond in the same ways. No more green/black/oolong/etc. teas, either.
Roasted dandelion root tea with some blackstrap molasses and 2 drops of stevia is my new "coffee". Among many other herbal infusions/teas. Valerian root is a favorite for relaxation, along with hops and chamomile. Peppermint, ginger, red clover, stinging nettle, burdock root, tulsi, sarsaparilla, and yellow dock are a few others I really enjoy. Warm lemon water is a favorite soothing sipper, too.
I took a couple sips of wine when my step-daughter turned 21 a few years ago, after not having a drink for about 3 years, and had a constant headache for 2 days. I used to drink everyone else under the table, be it liquor, beer, wine, mead, or moonshine. I also used to blackout in my much much younger days, but that's a whole other conversation. Cold beer used to be my favorite thing about summer. The closest I get to a drink now is an occasional dropper full of a vodka-based tincture or a brandy-based flower essence.
I used to tell myself just a little bit of anything on occasion wouldn't hurt, the ol' "moderation" theory, but my body knows much better now that it's had a chance to experience life without all that other stuff and reminds me in no uncertain terms that if I insist on partaking a little bit of something my body doesn't healthily jive with, I'll feel it A LOT in the worst of ways. Taste bud addictions and illusions of "comfort" via my fork have been my most difficult hurdle to overcome on my journey of trying to heal, thus far, other than the prescription medication side effect hellish experiences I went through.
I eventually - at different stages in my life - kicked cigarettes, alcohol, weed, coke, shrooms, lsd, "speed", etc. to the curb with no problem, but something available around every corner, required to consume in some shape or form to continue living, always in your face, be it on tv, the radio, online, in every magazine, on every billboard, all over the signage and loud speakers at the gas pumps, a different smell around every f'n turn - especially near fast-food alley, etc., etc. is a real bitch. God damn the pusher man is the song that comes to mind when I'm submerged and feeling like I'm once again drowning in the sea of tox-sick-city.
Grateful for the eye-opening direct experiences and ongoing unlearning sessions that came/come my way, even if the method of their arrival often leaves a lot to be desired. What a long strange trip, indeed. Only to be repeatedly told by those we've been taught to seek out and rely on for professional help that the things wrong with us can't be explained, proven, or effectively treated. How comforting. ? ? ?