Can I just
take a minute to complain? I stick to my diet; I cheat now and then, but
usually only just a bite. For the most part, I just find alternatives. I work
out. I keep a steady schedule. I sleep on a normal basis, except weekends are
usually off. So all in all, I’ve earned my minute of grumbling reflection.
For those who
don’t know (feel free to read my story: “Why I Can’t Eat Normal”), my body
decided to kick my butt into health gear. It decided (by itself, I might add)
that it didn’t want to deal with a good deal of the food that encompasses
America.
A short
review.
I cannot eat
white flour (unbleached, enriched, white, any of that); refined, granulated
sugar (the natural stuff’s alright, but not too much); dairy; fried foods (usually
because of the batter); bananas, avocados, oranges; and some artificial
sweetener/sugar alcohol thingy called sorbitol. (Oh, plus, I’m also vegetarian.
Due to the fact I can’t eat dairy and rarely eat eggs, I guess that sort of
makes me almost vegan.)
First, I’d
like to complain about bananas. I have this thing called Fruit-Latex Syndrome.
Yea. Wahoo for me.
Bananas.
They’re nutritious. They’re tasty. If you like it, the texture is quite
desirable. Good for a quick snack. So yea, I guess they have their pros.
(That’s sort of a lie, I really wish I could eat bananas.)
But honestly,
another let down about not being able to eat them? Peanut butter is ALWAYS have
to be paired with bananas!
Life just
isn’t fair sometimes.
Second. Gum.
Do you know what
is in like 99.9% of that chewy, sweet, jaw-entertainment, breath-freshening
treat? Sorbitol.
This
excessively used sweetener happens to swell my stomach to an uncomfortable size
of an early pregnancy (of which, I am not). However, I had a terrible gum
addiction. I mean, to the point where I’d chew gum, take it out to eat, finish
eating, and grab a new piece (or two dependent on the type of gum). Now? I
can’t eat most it. The Boy did find a type of gum I can eat. But still! That’s
a whole lot of gum that’s out of my reach.
Third. White
flour.
I won’t
complain about this one often. I’m actually sort of grateful I can’t eat it.
Recently, however, pizza has smelt extra good. And I don’t think you can
understand how much I miss egg rolls. I keep telling The Boy and Pyro that one
of these days I will suck it up and brave to eat an egg roll. The stomach pain
can’t last too long, right?
I don’t know
if that’ll happen…But man, I miss egg rolls. Plus, The Boy doesn’t like them
and is always putting his up for grabs.
Four. Smores.
I’m not sure
anyone understands how depressing it is to not be able to eat smores. I mean, I
guess I can sort of handle the marshmallow, it’s basically all sugar, so my
blood sugar wouldn’t be too happy, but whatever. Not being able to have milk
chocolate sort of sucks, but dark chocolate is like a million times better
anyhow. (Although, even finding dark chocolate without dairy is difficult.) The
real kicker? I can’t eat graham crackers. I can have one type, but they’re
Annie’s so they’re bunnies (kind of hard to make smores with them, though they
are tasty). I have yet to find any graham cracker (pre-made and store bought)
that I can eat. I love graham crackers. I love smores. I miss them.
I probably
could continue to complain, though it won’t help. It may relieve temporary
frustration, long term it won’t do much. Besides, I don’t wish my life any
other way. I like where I am and how I have to eat.
To counter
balance my complaints and finish up this post, here a few ups from this past week.
The Boy made
Johnny Cakes!
I have
cinnamon raisin bread again.
Oatmeal is
always a win. It’s quick oats (usually I eat old fashioned); these are quite
tasty!
I’ve also
enjoyed a few cold veggie salads.
Plus, a fortune cookie!
