Once again, I can’t thank you guys enough for all the encouragement and support I’ve gotten these past few days! I wouldn’t be sharing this if it weren’t for all of you!
Ok so…as you know, today I’m writing about something that’s been on my mind for a few months now. The time has come to write down my thoughts and be completely honest. I have a lot to say, and I don’t want to completely overwhelm (or bore) you guys, so I’m thinking it will end up being three separate posts. I hope you guys stick along for the ride!
It’s My Food Story: the good, the bad, and the ugly.
And the really ugly.
When I was growing up, I never thought twice about what I was eating. I had no food allergies, no “tummy troubles”, and was an all around healthy kid. Well, sort of healthy. I’ve always had a sweet tooth, and back then I ate a ton of processed snacks (Hostess brownies, Oatmeal cream pies, Doritos, Chips Ahoy, etc.!)
I also hated vegetables and needed a large glass of milk to eat 4 string beans (not joking).
But my mom made us eat our veggies, and cooked balanced meals for us. We didn’t have much money and ate a lot of spaghetti, chicken, shepard’s pie, and american chop suey, but I know my mom did the best she could. And hey, back then, the adjective “organic” referred mostly to chemistry and very rarely to food. Times have changed.
College is really when I began to think about my appearance more. Sure, in high school I thought about it, but never obsessively. I had a huge support system and a close family, so it was never something that occupied my mind too frequently. But college was different. Going out and partying/drinking for the first time, combined with lots of takeout food and dining halls….I started to gain weight. My clothes not fitting right was the first sign.
So began the gain-lose-gain-lose cycle of my life. I started eating healthier and working out, returned to a comfortable weight, then stopped eating healthy and stopped working out. Then I’d gain again, and the cycle would repeat. This went on for years. I’m not talking about dramatic weight losses and gains here. I never weighed myself (just went by how my clothes fit) but I’m guessing I would go back and forth between a 5-10 lb range.
During this time, I never thought too much about food. What had lots of calories, what had few calories, how much I was eating. It was more like, oh–guess I should eat less pizza and more turkey sandwiches. And run more. Common sense stuff like that, nothing crazy.
Last year when I was 24 years-old, I started having digestive problems. I won’t get into too much detail, but basically, it seemed like everything I ate disagreed with me. No matter what, I felt extremely bloated, gassy, uncomfortable, etc. It was mortifying to put it lightly. I had a few really bad “attacks” also, one on Easter Sunday that caused me to miss dinner. I was miserable, embarrassed, and completely confused. I went my whole life without a single stomachache (ok I’m exaggerating) but seriously. What was going on.
GLUTEN was going on.
“Oh my god even Subway is bothering me? What’s happening!!”
It took me 4-5 months to figure it out, but once I eliminated gluten from my diet, I was back to my normal self. And felt nothing but relief.
Until I felt deprived. Like I said, up until this point, I had no dietary issues, ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, and kept myself in check by making sure my clothes fit.
Ok guys, I think this is a good place to stop for today. Tomorrow, I’ll continue with My Food Story, and finally explain my blogging hiatus, which I hinted at here!