Ouch. Looking at my last post just lets me know how far off the reservation I strayed in the past five months.
Today, I am writing from a place of being in pain, in physical discomfort, as I try to figure out what I did to poison myself. Yes, poison. Something I ingested has brought me pain, inflammation, lethargy, fatigue, gas, bloating, and possibly even this low-grade fever I can’t knock.
So I decided to do something completely out of the mold for me – I called the doctor and conferred with my insurance and got set up for an appointment to possibly be followed by food allergy testing. I simply cannot tolerate this pain and discomfort any more.
Now, if I’m eating clean, if I’m taking care of myself and NOT eating inflammatory foods, I actually feel pretty great.
Last night, I re-committed to it. I promised myself no cheating, no “just-a-bite” of anything, no weakness. This is my battle, and I must fight it daily. Because the alternative is pain.
I will conquer this. It’s only willpower, so I just have to *want* it. And I want not being in pain.
On 1-15-15, I committed to it.
I just want to eat clean, track how I feel now, and wait and see until I get results from any allergy testing I have done.