This Diet is Killing Me!!!

My homemade pickles are totally legal per on of my morphogenic field testings.  Yummm

My homemade pickles are totally legal per one of my morphogenic field testings. Yummm.  And, yes, I do eat my pickles with chopsticks.

When I was first diagnosed with ulcerative colitis (I’m on the fence about whether I want to capitalize the illness or keep it with a lowercase.  I feel like capitalizing it gives it more authority and signifies it as a name like Sue or Bob; you wouldn’t write sue or bob.  I don’t know if I want to give it such authority.  On the other hand, shouldn’t I just accept it as part of my life and name it what it is?  Of course, ulcerative colitis is still quite elusive as it’s only a name for a group of symptoms that can have a plethora of sources.  Oh well, I will just continue to fluctuate between capitalization and lowercasation; I made up that last word if that’s not obvious.) I was told a possible factor to my illness was stress.  I feel like that is a challenging bit of information because if you tell me stress is what is causing my ailment, I will try my hardest not to be stressed and when I start to be stressed, I will become more stressed as I know I should not be stressed and so on and so forth.  It is very similar to me telling you not to think about a pickle (usually one would use an example of an elephant but I’m getting hungry and craving a pickle, I think I will take a pickle break), now you’ve thought about a pickle because in order to not think about a pickle you first have to know what a pickle is and your clever brain remembers what a pickle is and has helped you to envision one so that you can know exactly what not to think about.  Maybe not the best example but I’ll assume you get my point.  What the doctors did not mention a thing about was diet.  I had already figured out on my own that lactose was the devil’s juice as it caused everyone in my family (with the exception of my mom) horribly smelling gas and never failed to give me severe cramping and pain.  I asked the doctors throughout my years of changes in doctors, changes in symptoms, etc. about what foods I should eat and how I could manage my illness through diet.  I received a range of responses from, “Diet has nothing to do with it,” to a more well thought out and educated response like, “Many people have reported diet is helpful however there is no scientific data demonstrating that diet affects ulcerative colitis.”  The latter response is more of a disclaimer basically saying “diet is helpful but I can’t give you any advice about it because that is not my area of expertise and I cannot ethically (nor, most likely, legally) give advice on such matter.”

But they're "fat free" and don't they just look like so much fun!

But they’re “fat free” and don’t they just look like so much fun!

I have to say, I was fine with those responses back in my teen years and early twenties because I love sugar.  I would go so far as to say I am, or rather, was, a candy connoisseur.  My favorite candy?  Anything chewy and/or marshmallowy.  My all time favorite was marshmallow circus peanuts.   I know, probably the worst thing I could have eaten condition or no condition.  Now, today, I can proudly say I have not even touched hardly a thing with processed sugar in it in over six months.  I really never thought I would say that.  I was once quite proud of my love of and dedication to candy.  I was not allowed candy growing up (my mom was and still is a strong advocate of healthy eating, thankfully that slowly rubbed off on me), so, like all smart children, I snuck candy and ate it in secret.  Between the ages of probably 7 and 9, I would ride bikes with my best friend to the local supermarket (I grew up in Wisconsin where riding your bike to the supermarket unsupervised at age 7 was possible, though my mom would certainly never have approved) unbeknownst to my mom, buy candy with my allowance money, ride back and eat the candy in a fort my friend and I had built beneath a tree in the field behind her house that I had dubbed (in a very formal ceremony that consisted of scattering skittles all over the ground inside the fort) “Pumpernickel” I believe it was named after a character or something in a book that I really liked back then (at 7 “pumpernickel” is a really fun word to say, at 34, I’d say I still enjoy it).  Thus began my secret love affair with sugar.

Huge homegrown carrots: delicious and nutritious!

Huge homegrown carrots: delicious and nutritious!

I’ll be back to give you a more detailed account of what my current diet does consist of besides just not eating candy.

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9 thoughts on “This Diet is Killing Me!!!

  1. I too loved candy so much that I would take my lunch money (we had a drawer with quarters in rows and each of us received our allotted amount) and ride with my friend to the D&S Pharmacy and indulge in the penny and nickel candy. I would then give the extra candy to my friend to hide until later after we had both eaten our fill. I finally got busted for taking too many quarters. I would have loved to have enjoyed your treehouse.

    • Seems I got my sweet tooth from my maternal and paternal sides. I was doomed from the beginning:) Love the story about sneaking money for candy and then having to hide the candy as well. I once fell off my bike and skinned up my leg and arm but had my bike basket full of candy. A neighbor stopped to help me, I was so nervous I would be caught with the candy and my mom would find out that I told the neighbor I was fine and rode the rest of the way home, bleeding all the way.

  2. I fondly remember Great Grandad Cherry having circus peanuts around…it’s in you blood to like them 🙂 but I sadly agree, in no way good for you! Thanks for sharing cuz!

  3. My partner was recently diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at age 30 (this is an auto immune response). The only way to cope with this medically is 40 units of insulin (injecting yourself twice daily) and strict management of your diet (but not for nutrition, just strict carbohydrate counts). Since we have been gluten free for years, we had a hard time keeping up with the carb counts and he eventually hit lows because he was taking too much insulin. Within three months–by increasing raw food, adding supplements, avoiding unnecessary carbs, and seeing a Chiropractor/Applied Kinesiologist we were off the insulin! Within two months we had insulin down to 6 units per day, and then 4 units, and now none. It has been a month now, and I highly recommend Dr. Bernstein’s DIABETES SOULTION to anyone who is interested in a cure through diet. It is not just sugars but also processed foods that have kept us in a fragile (yet easily controllable) state with our health. There is real power and inspiration in taking back your physical, emotional and spiritual health by educating ourselves about the most powerful medicine we have: OUR FOOD. In love and gratitude!

    • I highly agree that diet can highly affect our mental and physical health. I no longer eat any processed/canned foods. I only eat organic and prepare, grill, bake just about everything I eat myself (or my husband does). I love this diet, or way of eating. People always say “you are what you eat” but those same people (including myself up until about 6 months ago) continue to fill themselves with food sprayed with pesticides and meats filled with “who knows whats”. I used to think that I ate fairly healthy (aside from my affinity for sugary sweets) but now I can say that I am truly healthy and more closely following the “you are what you eat” philosophy. Thanks Lisa, I’m glad you and your partner have found a natural way to stay healthy and not so dependent on insulin. By saying “this diet is killing me!!!” I really meant the “diet” I was on previously. My current way of eating is most likely saving my life and adding years of quality living to my life:) Though, to be honest, it was very difficult to maintain such healthy eating when I was working full time so I completely understand the limitation of healthy eating (which is unfortunate). While I love circus peanuts, I no-longer crave them and will most likely never eat them again (I have no regrets about this decision:)

  4. Hi!

    My name is Brooke and I am the founder/creator of Companion Magazine. This is new up and coming magazine for people diagnosed and surrounded by IBD. I came up with this idea because I too suffered immensely with IBD (Ulcerative Colitis) for about 2 years. I lost my colon this past July and I also have an ostomy and am awaiting my jpouch that I will receive in the late spring.

    I found your blog through wordpress and read that you are a very strong, compassionate person, as I am, about sharing your story and helping others with IBD. I have a blog too, called Fierce and Flared (http://fiercelyflared.wordpress.com/).

    After reading your story and your blog, I thought you would be a great person to ask for their story. For our first issue, I want to focus a lot on others and their personal stories and hardships with IBD, because that is what helped me when I was first diagnosed to not feel so alone. I also noticed that you are very knowledgeable about herbals and holistic treatments for UC. I want to do a feature article on these topics and would love if you could share one of your blog posts/pictures with me for this story as well.

    Please let me know if you are at all interested in being a part of this venture, I think I can help a lot of people like us by doing this.

    You can check out our website, twitter, facebook and instagram at http://www.companionibd.wordpress.com. I hope to hear from you soon!

    • Hi Brooke:)
      Glad you found me. Yes, I am very interested in sharing my story and my current journey in hopes that someone out there will get something out of it (even if that’s just a fun read). I would be happy to share my story for your magazine or any of my pictures or plethora of artwork about my colon. I think it’s great that you are starting a magazine to spread the word and to help the world of IBD sufferers because, as you know, there are more of us out there than people want to admit (not exactly dinner table conversation, nor does it make for stimulating party talk, though I baffled a friend the other day at a party with accounts of my herbalist and the muscle testing he does. She labeled him a “wizard”, aptly named I would say).

  5. Amazing. I am so happy you are willing to be a part of this venture. I would love to include your artwork in our first issue as well, what a great concept. I would love to hear your personal story too, so as soon as you email me I can send you over some questions to guide your article. I also would love if you could answer a few questions about utilizing an herbalist, that is very interesting to me.

    I know I would have loved to have a magazine to guide me through my diagnosis. I’m sure you can understand how alone people feel and I wanted to create a guide for people to turn to and lean on for support. You can email me at companionibd@gmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you! Don’t forget to include your name 🙂

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