This past year was momentous. I discovered how precarious, and precious, health is. It overrides all other concerns and wreaks havoc on daily life.
It may seem a simple diagnosis, and a simple shift in eating. I am Coeliac. I can no longer eat gluten and my life is now dictated to by a strict diet of wholesome, well planned out foods and copious amounts of vitamins and supplements. No big deal right??
To me, it is. I no longer find any joy in food. It is simply a fuel. Food, is in fact, a poison at times. I have only had accidental gluten once since diagnosis and it was 5 days of hell. Right over the Christmas week.
I could go on about how my health had deteriorated, how much I loved my food and all the negatives, as I usually do. But the stark difference in life for me now is HOPE. I now have a spark of hope that life can be, and shall be, different hereon. I need life to be more in harmony with where I am, and where I plan to be.
Being diagnosed has been life saving. Not only for my body’s health, but for my spirit too. I see things in a remarkably clearer way, and my goals are simpler and kinder to myself.
Food is organic, lower carb from veggie sources, I eat more animal fats and no lactose dairy, grains are gone and processed foods do not enter my mouth. I just want my intestinal villi to regrow, so I can absorb all the nutrients in my food.
I had been living for YEARS on malabsorbtion. Luckily, I had been following a body building diet for a long time, so was able to stave off any more health issues.
The benefits have been many. My arthritis has abated substantially, I get no more hay fever, my periods last only 3-4 days instead of 7-8, my nails are slowly improving, I am no longer starving, my brain is regaining some of its potency and memory, my anxiety has halved and my depression is lifting.
I know what I want life to feel like. What I need to feel like. This is a start…