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“Fun” fact about my life: I have a bunch of dietary food restrictions. The source of my need to restrict certain types of food might be genetic but I also believe they are the result of the eating habits my family had.
As a teenager I started to suffer from sugar lows. I was tested and came out negative for diabetics but yet the sugar lows continued. Then I was tested for hypoglycemia, something that wasn’t too well known at the time. The reality that if I didn’t control my diet, the foods I ate (and their sugar content) I might end up needing insulin was scary for a 13 year old. My sugar issues were compounded by a super fast metabolism that left me hungry all the time.
As an adult I found out I had become lactose intolerant. At first it was a minor issue but as I got closer to my thirties the intolerance affected my sugar levels and my hormones. I realized that in order to conceive I would have to say goodbye to cow milk and cheese.
Let it be know that Americans love cheese wayyyy too much. Eating out is a huge pain and I am that annoying customer that always asks to have no cheese and no red meat. This brings us to my other food restriction: red meat. A few years before the dairy thing hit I realized I could not eat red meat anymore. My body just couldn’t digest it. I loved me a medium rare burger (with cheese). Being married to a man that still eats red meat, cheese and cow milk made for an pregnancy cravings that I fought tooth and nail. Through all of these restrictions I would tell my husband; “you can take away my sugar, you can take away my meat and hell you can take away my dairy but you try and take away my salt or my carbs and I will shank you”.
This week I found out I have gastritis. I am sure the stress of being a stay at home mom while working on my dissertation and starting the job application process of academia caused this. I was told I couldn’t have coffee nor alcohol. For those who know me this news sucks for me. I am not even that much of a coffee drinker (I only have one cup in the mornings) but going without is already been hard. I really hope my son doesn’t end up with all of my food sensitivities. I realize that this hasn’t been much of a post but bare with me as I say, “meh”. I will try better next week.