I stopped eating gluten almost two years ago. You can read about the reasons here. I put dairy out to the curb sometime last summer.
I cut out the dairy because once again I was having skin issues, mostly breakouts around my mouth. After some online research, I discovered that the hormones in dairy combined with your female hormones can sometimes cause acne. So, I took the dairy out and my face really cleared up. Miraculous!
But I hate restrictions. So there have been several occasions where I have tried to un-gluten and un-dairy free myself.
Almost every time I have some sort of “unfortunate” reaction.
Stomach bloating, where I seriously look like I am 6 months pregnant, cramps, gas, diarrhea, constipation….the works, or some onslaught of skin issues. Or, if I’m lucky, some of both.
Is it any wonder I am still single?
So I always proclaim to accept the dietary limitations and carry on, but for some reason I never fully seem to learn my lesson.
Last week, on my first date in 2 years, I drank a couple of beers and nothing bad happened as a result.
So, I decided to test the waters a bit more.
A handful of cheez-its………
A piece of chocolate………
Then on Wednesday, I pulled out the big guns and had 2….oh, OK 3 pieces of pizza.
Thick, greasy, crispy crust.
Stringy cheese, pepperoni, black olives.
It was divine.
Seriously it was so good, I was in a bit of trance as I devoured those 2….I mean 3 slices of gluten and dairy abundance.
Today is Saturday and I am miserable.
It all started that Wednesday night.
My stomach felt a little “off”. Kinda heavy and unsettled.
Thursday was bloating and gassy.
Friday was heavy, crampy, nausea and for anyone who experienced butt labor during pregnancy, yep I had that feeling too last night. It was awful!
I fell asleep with a heating pad on my lower gut and woke up this morning continuing to feel nausea. I still have major lower gut (no not butt, just gut) cramping and am vowing to never eat anything ever again.
All of this for a couple….I mean, a few slices of pizza.
Ugh, my stomach churns just typing that.
I seriously feel sick thinking about that forsaken stringy cheese.
I kinda wonder if it is more dairy than gluten that gets me, but the thought of either is making me want to puke.
So I guess, once again, I have proven to myself that I need to steer clear of the stuff.
So when I do eat again, which I’m sure will be before the clock strikes noon, I will reach for some nuts, fruits or veggies.
No gluten or disgusting dairy. Blah.