A very rare and very weird thing happened this morning. I woke up AHEAD of my alarm. And before you morning people start dismissing this occurrence, you should know that this never happens. I mean NEVER. My inability to wake in the morning has led to an intense hate relationship with the alarm clock (notice there is NO love in that statement). I've even programmed the thing to say, "Time to get up and have a great day Shawna!" I thought this would make me like it a little bit, but nope, I hate her even more (you see your alarm clock more as a woman too, right?)
So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up at 6:29, ready to be awake for the day. Don't get me wrong, I still laid there until 7:00 enjoying my soft, warm blankies, but I was impressed with myself for having my eyes open most of that time.
Maybe there is something to this Gluten sensitivity thing after all. Yes, it's been two years, but I am still in denial. That's the thing about food sensitivities, you live your whole life feeling kind of crappy most of the time. You find out what the culprit is, but since it hasn't killed you and you are still basically functioning, it's like "Eh, I don't REALLY need to give that up." The truth is, we are likely addicted to the foods that are hurting us most. These are the foods we eat more than any other, almost compulsively and totally unconsciously. Giving up "our precious" (think Gollum from Lord of the Rings) is the very last thing we want to do, we hear ourselves say things like, "You will take bread from my cold dead hands doctor!" or "It's just a sensitivity, I can have a little" (To be interpreted as: As much as I need to make myself feel better, which may be the whole loaf).
It's an invisible disorder, this food sensitivity thing. The medical community is not in agreement about whether it even exists This makes it harder to accept and leads to a bit of schizophrenia for the diagnosed. "Is this diagnosis real? Am I crazy or does my stomach hurt real bad after I eat bread?" And then we eliminate foods that are causing chronic inflammation and we magically feel better. And it really does feel like magic, because we just don't want to believe that our dear old friend bread (or whatever the culprit may be) might be hurting us. I often find myself asking, "Is this a placebo effect or is there something real going on here? Do I really need to turn down the fresh bread sitting before me?" I've found how I answer those questions depends on my mental state in the moment, but there is always a hesitation. It is always hard to answer.
My experience this morning makes me want to believe it is real. Four days of no gluten (well, minimal amounts after the oatmeal debacle) and I am ready and even eager to get out of bed at 6:30? This is not normal for me folks. I repeat, NOT normal. And I even had cake yesterday. For dinner! For dinner people. Nope somethings happening here...I hope. We shall see how I feel about waking up tomorrow. I will keep you posted. In the meantime, here is a list of what I ate today.
Breakfast:
1.5 Scrambled eggs cooked in coconut oil
1 Apple
1/2 Pkg of GF (this time) Oatmeal with a splash of creamer
1 coffee with lots of creamer
Snack:
2 Gummy army guys, which was surprisingly good
2 Gummy worms
4 bites of cake
Lunch:
2 Turkey Lettuce wraps
15 grapes
A giant piece of my German Chocolate Coping Cake (that is what I am calling it now and he is my friend, I leave him on the counter with a spoon close by in case I NEED him)
Dinner:
Chicken and Rice Stew
3 bites of Coping Cake
Energy Level: 5 on a scale of 10. Pretty steady if I do say so myself.
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