So What DOES Happen When A Person With Autoimmune Intolerences Cheats?

So because this is highly subjective and everyone’s body is different, I can only share what I go through when I “cheat” on my diet. 

Last night myself, my sister and our “brother” Dave visited my grandpa who is a recent widower and also just had back surgery. We had a wonderful very long visit, and ended up ordering dinner in the way of pizza. Now my sister and I had to find an alternative dinner source because of our food restrictions, but…..pizza! Besides our other food last night we both ended up picking off and eating some toppings off of a slice (dairy, processed meats, tomatoe, sulphates….). (I do draw the line even in little cheats at grains or gluten, that would put me under for weeks.)

Now baby cheats happen all the time, simply because my food restrictions are caaaraaazy! (See below). So having low reaction items sneak into my diet in the way of a little seasoning, or a little taste, happens all the time. And I beat myself up over this! because I always wonder “if I was 100% good all the time would this autoimmune stuff get better”?

I should clarify that on the iGg there are low reaction items and high reaction items, the “medium” one I struggle with on a daily basis is chocolate. (Hallelujah I was able to get off coffee, which makes me horribly sick). 

Okay, Back to what happens after pizza stripping: I woke up in th middle of the night feeling hot and restless, I went back to sleep but woke up several more times feeling agitated and with a growing headache that ended up being a pounding that encompassed my head and went down my spine. This morning my usual twenty pounds of fluid retention and inflammation had kicked it up a notch and there is an extra layer of squishy water under my skin all over my body. My eyes and face are all puffed up and I don’t look like “me”. Along with the extra inflammation comes burning pain. Then there is the extra acne that made a grand appearance this morning. My brain is foggy like an English moor. Besides that I just feel heavy and toxic and downright gross 😑

This will more than likely last for a few days. What I can do about it is detox like a mad woman, take binders, drink lots of water, make sure I get as many doses of my anti-mast cell suspension in the next few days as I can.

And there you have it. But What would have happened if I had had a major cheat? I don’t even want to think about it. 
The iGg allergy list. 

Brick Walls, Speed Bumps, Painting & Needy Dogs

What do you title a mish mash post that’s kind of an overview of random life stuff with no real object in mind? The above of course.

It was a rough week with fatigue and not quite feeling like myself (disconnected from reality), and dealing with some intense pain and yuckiness that only some girls know about… I’m still stretched kind of thin as far as having to be less social 😦  

So It is Saturday night and it’s been rainy all day and well, not much has happened. I missed a friends get together last night because of “too tired” (which I think shall henceforth be known as “TT”.  I didn’t do anything active or productive today also because of TT. And my fear is that “it’s happening again”; all we chronic illness sufferers know what “it” is. It’s being in that slump (which I’m so sad to say some of us never leave) where you kind of crawl out of bed, sort of eat, maybe take a bath, try to get moving, find acceptance in the “blah”, take pills, miss pills, forget pills, don’t feel like taking pills…. Another day in the life.

So why I am afraid? Because I’ve been blessed enough that even though I haven’t been great lately, I’ve been creative; creative to the point it feels like I’m making up for the years of losing that part of my brain. It’s been a huge a blessing, and God has been giving me abilities I’ve never had and never thought I would have. Today however besides just being tired and in pain I hit a wall while painting something prophetic that had been on my heart. I got frustrated, grumpy and stressed out and couldn’t go further. So rather than sit alone in my room (where I’ve spent what seems to be half of my life) I felt like I’d rather get out, tired or not and lose myself in a movie. Thankfully the theatre is only two miles away and sitting on your bum watching a movie takes no energy. So for over two hours I watched Wolverine’s last stand…. 

I got home to the love of my life Shiloh who laid her head on my arm and looked into my eyes like I had abandoned her for a year. This dog loves me like I’m her sun and stars 🙂 

Now I’m in bed, just feeling headachy and still pondering the chest pain I’ve had for over a week, and hoping that maybe tomorrow I can knock down that brick wall with the power of a paintbrush, and that TT won’t show up tomorrow.