Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Moo-hoo. And other thoughts on being dairy-free.


Dairy causes my migraines. There, I said it. It also causes my blood sugar to be completely wacky. Who knows what other random symptoms it causes, too.



I always thought that butter was my friend, even if I knew I couldn't tolerate cheese, yogurt, and other former lovers. Not so, not so. I finally started to make the connection between butter and my migraines when I tried SCD yogurt again. A half teaspoon of yogurt couldn't possibly hurt, right? Think of all those awesome probiotics!

Unfortunately, I was looking more for GI symptoms as an indicator of whether yogurt was ok, or even brain fog and fatigue. Not migraines. So it took me awhile for it to finally gel.

(A special thanks to Terri at the HSD for mentioning headaches and dairy in the same sentence. I'm forever in your debt!)

I went without any dairy, including butter, for about a week. No migraines. I made some ghee on a Sunday night. Ate it on Monday. Felt weird, like woozy from the blood sugar roller coaster, on Monday night. Migraine aura started Tuesday morning. Sigh.

I hadn't had any migraines for quite awhile until last summer. I had an aura for the first time in years while I was a few months pregnant and hadn't eaten enough that day. I had a few while my daughter was a baby, especially in the hospital and when we first came home, and I attributed those to hormones. And maybe decaf coffee withdrawal. Yes, that really can happen, I promise you. That 3% of leftover caffeine still did a number on me.

They started getting really bad and frequent once I stopped breastfeeding. Again, I thought my hormones were wacky. But it just kept happening, month after month. I felt like I spent every weekend recovering from a horrid headache, many of which started on a Saturday morning. I would get them around my period, but then be baffled when they would randomly start in the middle of the month, too.

It felt a lot like a blood sugar problem. I could usually feel it the night before as I went to bed, and I would go eat a bedtime snack to try and avoid the coming blood sugar crash. It didn't often help. I felt so clueless as to what to do.

I went to the chiropractor weekly. That was affordable... though it did seem to help somewhat.

I tried supplementing magnesium in many forms. Citrate (which seemed to make it much worse), oxide, malate, Epsom salt baths, mag chloride spray. Not all at the same time, of course, I'm not that dumb. (Not like a patient I once had who overdosed on magnesium laxatives and almost killed himself. His wife found him on the floor of the bathroom, bradycardic in the 30s. His potassium level was in the 7s. No one thought to get a mag level til later in the game after I found out he had taken so much, though I wish I could have known what it was! Anywho...)

The mag actually seemed to make the blood sugar part of things even worse. I felt like I had to constantly be eating so that I wouldn't feel lightheaded and weird.

I did notice that I sometimes felt that way after eating peas. Little did I know that it was the BUTTER, not the peas. Sorry, peas, for blaming you.

I miss dairy. But I don't miss having migraines every few days.

Sayonara, butter.
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Monday, December 16, 2013

Your kid has Celiac, too? Poor thing!

I've heard that more times than I care to remember.

I'm never sure whether to set people straight about why I choose to feed my daughter the way I do, or whether I should just escape from that particular line of conversation as quickly as possible. Gosh, we sure have had a lot of snow already this year, huh?!

The hard part is explaining that my kid doesn't have Celiac because she doesn't eat gluten. And that she would have to eat gluten to to develop symptoms. And that damage to her duodenum would have to occur in order to inflict said symptoms. And that I'm just not willing to do that at this point. Knowing what I know now about how difficult it is to heal gut damage and leakiness, there is no way I would subject my child to the possibility of all the symptoms and comorbidities of Celiac Disease just to "find out if she has it."

It's not like I thought I was dying or anything before I was diagnosed...

We look at the whole idea of "having" a disease in such a black and white way, that it would be impossible to explain to someone (especially someone on the SAD) that there are gray shades of gut trouble. That things could be progressing to having leaky gut, absorption problems, digestion issues, and/or flora imbalances, but not technically cause any symptoms or obvious damage that would lead to a diagnosis.

So I pretty much just avoid talking about it and sometimes make it seem like I do know that she is Celiac and therefore needs to eat like I do, just to make it easier.

I kind of feel like a liar.

The other part of this that really gets to me is the "Oh, poor thing!" type statement. Does it look like my child doesn't eat enough?? Sure, she has always been on the skinny side, but she looks healthy. Anyone who has been with her at a normal meal sees that she eats plenty (unless she is sick, like she is now, and I end up with 14 sliced bananas in my freezer that she begged me for and then didn't touch...).

I remember someone lamenting at a family holiday that she couldn't eat all the good food they were having and had to settle for what I brought. They were eating such delicacies as mashed potatoes out of a box mixed with spreadable plastic, sorry, margarine, and some kind of fluorescent Jello salad. Whoever started calling that type of recipe a "salad" needs their head examined. We were eating salmon, sweet potatoes, asparagus, and pumpkin pie. Hardly a meal to feel sorry for...

I try to just let it roll off my back, but what's going to happen once she gets old enough to realize what they are really saying? How in the world do I navigate the world of a kid who needs to eat a certain way, but doesn't technically "have" to by status quo standards??

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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Staying up late doesn't help with adrenal fatigue.

FYI: In case adrenal fatigue does exist, and I am pretty much the poster child for it, it doesn't help you to continue to stay up late. Pretty much every night.

It makes sense that we would be night owls. After all, even though we are totally exhausted by the end of the day, we get kind of a second wind at night. Not that I'm not tired, I totally am, but I finally feel like getting stuff done. Plus, the toddler is in bed, so getting things done is actually feasible. Thus, I usually do "stuff" until I fall into bed.

It's my own fault. There's always more to do. Laundry, dishes, picking up the toy avalanche in my living room who am I kidding-- the whole house, planning my grocery list and looking at the online ads and coupons, reading paleo/SCD/GAPS blogs, creating a comparatively small and useless blog, finding new recipes that I may or may not ever use, uploading all the pictures on my phone that I am terrified of losing, much less doing anything I actually enjoy as a hobby.

Did you know that I once was very interested in pursuing a career in music? Yeah, I forgot about that person, too. Maybe someday I will get around to doing something musical again.

Off to bed. I'll probably wake up tired no matter when I go to bed. Plus, my kid is snotty and coughing (again) and waking herself up every hour. Poor thing. I'm so thankful that she doesn't get super sick when she is sick, but it seems to be an alternating week thing here lately. Just when we start to be better, we get hit by another stupid bug.

Oy vey. I've got to infuse my life with some positivity. I've been such a Debbie Downer lately. Great SNL sketch, not so great in real life. After all, feline AIDS is the number one killer of domestic cats.

Sorry,
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Thursday, December 12, 2013

I'm working on it.

I promised you my story.

What I didn't realize was that once I started typing, I wouldn't stop until I included every minute detail I could possibly remember.

So I'm still working on it. I haven't even finished it, much less gone through it to edit. It's boring, too. I'd love to make it funnier or more interesting, but I'll probably have to settle for the facts.

Maybe you can read it if you are suffering from insomnia :)

or I can sell it as a new insomnia cure for only 2 easy payments of $24.95. As an eBook, perhaps?

It is coming, for real. Be forewarned. You will learn more about me than you ever, ever wanted to know!

Saturday, November 23, 2013

My Story. Intro.

As I recently went to try and tell the story of my Celiac diagnosis, along with all the additional necessary background info that goes with it, not to mention the "foreground" info since, I realized that it has become quite a long and complicated tale. At least in my mind.

I can't really make it short and sweet. I always try to give the condensed version, but it ALWAYS ends up being way, way too long and detailed.

Nobody wants that kind of detail. Except maybe me. I've already forgotten lots of details, maybe important pieces of the puzzle that is my health.

So I think what I'm going to do is tell it here. Piece by piece.

Don't say I didn't warn you...

Play with your food.

I'm searching the interwebz today for Christmas ideas for little K. She needs some play food for her kitchen. Sounds pretty simple, right? Google to the rescue!

So I find things like this at Toys R Us:
Just Like Home Mega Grocery Playset -  Toys R Us - Toys"R"Us
I think there are maybe four things she has ever eaten in that whole conglomeration. It's either grains or nightshades!! (or both)

This was another that caught my eye:
Just Like Home Deli Shop Set -  Toys R Us - Toys"R"Us
And I realize that my kid must be super weird. She does know what bread is, she just doesn't know that the bread we eat is made out of different stuff than "normal" bread. She knows what a hot dog is, but only because there is a plastic one at Grandma's house with the play kitchen stuff. She often takes a slice of plastic pizza out of the oven, declares it too hot, blows on it, then offers me a slice. Her only experience with pizza is when Daddy eats it.

This might be more difficult than I thought.

Does this reinforce how ubiquitous our terrible eating habits have become as a society? Yeesh.

I'm done complaining now. Have a nice day!

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Edit: I have one more thing to add since I have continued looking. PLEASE, PEOPLE, please stop saying that corn is a vegetable. Perhaps this should not irk me so, but it does. Corn is a grain. I should know, I'm from Indiana. (Although, there's more than corn in Indiana...)

Friday, August 30, 2013

Carrots. And Baby Led Weaning.

My daughter has always been on the skinny side, save for a month-or-so-long period around the six-month mark when she suddenly turned chubby. But boy, can this girl eat!

I always kind of wonder why.

I was a teeny tiny child. As in, my daughter would dwarf me in comparison if I'm to believe the numbers in my baby book. I didn't eat a ton then, as far as I know, though I did as I became school age and a teen. I ate like a horse. Or at least a linebacker. And stayed anorexic-looking. Damn undiagnosed Celiac.

So I expect my kid to be pretty slender, especially if you consider that her dad is a beanpole. What I didn't expect was that she would regularly eat more than I do at meals (at the age of two)!

When she first started eating more solids, probably at about one and a half or so, I thought, "dang, this is quite the growth spurt!" But then it just continued. And became a new normal. I know kids go in phases of eating more and less, but her set point seems to be at "more", and I know something is up if it changes to "less."

Is it because she eats mostly GAPS foods like I do? Does she need to eat more because her foods aren't as "filling" as SAD foods? (I use that word hesitantly, since I hate the idea of eating food just to promote a feeling of fullness instead of for nutrients.)

Today's breakfast was a whole banana, some grapes, two strips of bacon, a scrambled egg (sometimes two!), and soup.

So I have a good eater on my hands, and I'm not complaining about that, since I know soooooo many toddlers whose parents have to tie them to a chair with a jump rope and force feed them. Like Ensure boarding, but without the whole prison part.

Ok, not really, but I do know many whose kids will only eat yogurt and chicken nuggets. Or string cheese and chicken nuggets. Or chocolate milk and chicken nuggets. (and then complain that their kid always has horrible diarrhea, to which I gently replied, "you know, maybe it's what they are eating? maybe you could try a little less dairy?" Except it probably wasn't said as gently as I'd like to give myself credit for...)

I remember being so worried about whether my kid would eat. And what she would eat. I spent soooooo much time researching things, that I kept seeing information on Baby Led Weaning (BLW). It doesn't really have much to do with the weaning aspect of things, more with introducing solids. While I took away a few good things from it, like not being worried if my kid wasn't eating meals worth of solids every day at the age of six months, I have to say that it did NOT work out as expected with my daughter. I also think that some people for whom it does work worship BLW as a religion. And also look down on those of us who, after an initial conversion, slide back to a more traditional weaning view.

We started with roasted carrots. Oh, how I wish I would not have started with carrots. Devil eczema carrots.

I should have known that carrots were a problem for her when she wrinkled up her tiny nose at them. Every. Time. I thought she was just uninterested in food in general, which she really was until about 9 months, but she was especially hostile toward carrots.

Part of the beauty of BLW is that you don't have to sit there with a little spoon in hand, feeding baby while your plate of roasted salmon and asparagus becomes frigid and disgusting. Instead, you get to sit there, watching every little tiny bite of anything she tries to take while simultaneously trying NOT to hover, evaluating the approximate size of any bite she does take, and reviewing infant choking procedures on a constant loop in your head.

She gags. She shows signs of choking. You whisk her out of her high chair, turn her over, and smack her on the back. She breathes. You breathe. You realize she probably wasn't actually choking, but you weren't about to take the chance. Once you stop hyperventilating, you give her more. She gags again. You freak out again. She looks at you with that special expression of "what the HELL are you doing to me, woman?!"

Any meal at which she doesn't gag constantly is regarded as a success, with the exception of the fact that you were constantly paranoid. Which makes for such an enjoyable meal for parents and baby alike.

So I stopped with the solids after giving it a good go. I eventually tried some purees, the BLW equivalent of the devil's food (cake). She was way more interested. I was way more calm by the end of a meal. And that cold salmon wasn't even a problem.

She never did like the carrots, whole or pureed. And I gave them to her every dang day. And she had an awful, awful rash on her face for months.

The day I stopped the carrots was the day it started going away.

Funny how one of the notes about food in my baby book said, "5 months. Tried carrots, broke out in rash. Try again later."

Go flippin' figure. That would happen to me with the most nonallergenic food in the world.