Dear squishy, sentient things with tummies in the center,
I woke up this morning at 3 a.m. Lately, not even Benadryl can keep me asleep, but that is a quibble for a different time. Today I must express my woes with my new enemy – my uncooperative belly. Well, let me be honest; when I was 17 and diagnosed with Celiac disease, for a while my abdomen and everything within it were all against me. However, after I got my Celiac under control, despite chronic nausea and my 13 other allergies, I was getting the hang of eating again, enjoying my food, and everything seemed great.
In January I got a terrible stomach virus that lasted a month and a half because I couldn’t completely fight it off. After weeks of nothing but Ruffles, soup, and plain bread, I started to heal…until I began to have symptoms of another kind. My throat always felt half swollen, my abdomen was always in pain, I was constantly running to the bathroom and I was altogether a miserable lumpy lump. I finally went to the doctor and I was given another diagnosis; I had GERD, which stands for Giraffes Eating Ridiculous Diets. Just kidding- it stands for Gastroesophegeal Reflux Disease. The Giraffe thing was much more pleasant, don’t you think?
I was given medication and told to change my diet in order to avoid GERD triggers. Change my diet? Again? After ten years of being gluten free by force as well as avoiding all my other allergens, the idea of changing my diet seemed like a nightmare that I was not willing to live through.
At first I was defiant, hoping that it would only be a temporary thing, so I didn’t change my diet at all. I was still consuming a good deal of spicy foods, tomatoes, and everything else that I loved to eat within my former restrictions. This of course was a tremendous mistake and I was getting worse and worse by the minute. After a few weeks I waved my white flag, surrendering to the chaos within my belly, and started to make alterations to my eating habits.
According to the magic internet, having GERD means taking away acidic and fatty foods. It also means having to cut back on chocolate (this hurts my soul) and no longer having citrus fruits. The past month I have done pretty well at cutting back on most of these foods, but this morning I lay in my bed, looking for recipes to make for my friends on Easter 2: Revenge of the Bunnies this Saturday. Though I have developed a slight Pinterest addiction, I’ve come up empty handed.
I find myself exasperated with my diet, my adoration for food waning. I want to be able to enjoy my food and eat healthy, but between all my restriction and being without much money, I feel utterly stuck. I still have hope that I will not be stuck with GERD forever, not to mention that I’ve been told that it can be aggravated by stress. To say my life is stressful is a severe understatement, but maybe as I work to improve my stressful life, my body will benefit along with everything else. Here’s hoping that I may regain some of my health back in the future.
Readers, do you have GERD? If so, how do you manage it, and what do you eat that is wonderfully delicious? Give me your advice, my tummy is dying to know!
Oh, Please don’t go- we’ll eat you up, we love you so!
~Where The Wild Things Are