I would like to say that my husband is perfect, hell I would like to say that I am perfect, but we all know there is no really perfect people. DH and I had some unkind discussion about an upcoming family event. I feel bad, but was trying to stand up for myself and my health.
When I went full Paleo it was really difficult, but I had the healthiest weeks of my life. However, the eating method is limiting and especially trying when you have a family. Wheat makes me crazy, so I really can’t eat it. There is something in a few foods that appear to cause my hormones to go crazy. Wheat, soy and in many cases corn make me off-balance, cranky, mean and in some pretty serious pain for about two weeks out of the month. I have been sneaking rice which, when you do this causes carb cravings.
Today and yesterday I have not felt well at all. I am under some pretty intense personal stress, much of which is worry about this and that and my body is taking these everyday life stresses and is reacting in many negative ways.
Exercising every day has helped but has not been the godsend I hade hoped – I am a mess.
Well, to make a long story short, my husband’s family made plans to go out for pizza at one of those corny family style places and I cannot eat there. For some reason it has really upset me, its like I feel abnormal. I have been in tears ever since wondering, why could they not pick a pizza place that was designed so that I could be a part of the celebration? My husband said, just eat salad. Have you seen salad bars lately? It is a grain-fest with hormone laden cheese and heavens knows what the hell is in that dressing.
After being ill on and off for two years, I don’t want to feel sick any longer. And I sure as hell don’t wan’t to eat something that will cause tumors or anything else to jump in my body and make my life hell.
How is this change? I dont’ know. I guess I am asking. What would you do? Would you just go and look like the third wheel? I think I would feel weird packing my own food, and what if they asked me to leave?
I am torn up inside it is making me crazy.
Lisa says
January 20, 2014 atOh My! Honestly, I think I would go. Does your husband’s family know you can’t eat it? I know it sucks. Don’t think as a third wheel.
Maybe call the restaurant and ask if they can accommodate your diet and if not, if it is okay if you can bring something of your own. If you can bring something, be sure to bring something that everyone will drool over LOL!
I hope you feel better!
Sydney Fry says
January 20, 2014 atI don’t go out much, as you know, but when I do, I bring my own food and make sure to call ahead if the kitchen or wait staff seem accommodating and not like jerks. Believe me, I know what you mean– after you realize how much better you feel, suffering through it doesn’t seem like an option.