N is for Nutrition
This one seems kind of random, doesn’t it? I know I’ve been talking a lot about writing during the A-Z Blogging Challenge this month, but it was never my intention to turn into one of those writers who thinks they must write about writing just because they write.
So, today we talk about nutrition.
I know what you’re thinking. You’ve probably assumed I’m one of those low-calorie always on a diet type of people. Yes and no. I’m on a special diet, but it’s not because I’m on that neverending quest to lose 10 vanity pounds.
I’m just fond of not dying.
No, I’m not being melodramatic
In 2008, I was diagnosed with Graves disease. It was basically explained to me as being a hyperactive thyroid thing and that there was no reason to worry as long as I took a couple of pills every day. No biggie. I mean, the pills taste like poison, but whatever. I can take poison twice a day and wash it down with chocolate, right?
Well, not exactly.
No one bothered to explain to me that Graves was an autoimmune disease that was going to wreak havoc on totally random and seemingly unconnected parts of my body. Awesome.
But, anyway, I was in remission for a long time. It was glorious. I didn’t even have to take the full dose of my poison pills anymore. Sometimes, I didn’t have to take them at all.
Glorious didn’t last long. I started feeling aches and pains in my knees and hands in the spring of 2012. I assumed it was from all the exercise I was doing. (I don’t care what anyone says, Hip Hop Abs is seriously fun, y’all.) So, I ignored it and went on to a weight training program.
And there was muscle definition in my arms, which was also sort of glorious.
Then the big health crisis hit. I lost control of my left hand for four solid, painful days. As someone who earns her living using her hands…we’re talking crisis meltdown mode in the Katt House, for my part, at least.
How does a thyroid cause a hand shut-down?
No clue, y’all, but it turns out that autoimmunity is a big deal, despite what my specialist told me in 2008. Maybe she thought I would just be like everyone else and let them kill my thyroid. On my worst days, I halfway consider that as an option, but really…kill my thyroid? That’s sounds too dramatic, even for me.
So, once I got my hand functioning again, I started researching the best diets for autoimmunity and, more specifically, Graves. I kept running into contradictory information. Eat lots of broccoli. Don’t eat any broccoli. Take iodine supplements. Restrict your iodine intake.
Finally, I started finding people in autoimmunity forums praising the Paleo diet – which isn’t really a diet, but a template for eating. No bread. No sugar. No sugar substitutes. No beans. No pasta. No rice. No soy. Almost no dairy. Limited fruits.
Sounds kind of like the menu in Hell, doesn’t it?
Turns out, it’s not really all that bad. And all the joint pain goes away. So do the mind-splitting headaches. And I don’t have to hobble through the house like I’m 40 years older than I am.
And you get real butter instead of that fake plastic margarine stuff.
Any nutrition plan that lets you have bacon can’t be all bad, right?
So there you have it, y’all. That’s why I eat an entire bag of salad at lunch…because there’s virtually nothing else I can eat. When you see me make comments in passing about pain issues, it’s usually because I slipped and ate something I shouldn’t. And when you hear me say something about the weird food combinations or quantities I’m eating, it’s not because I have an eating disorder. It’s not even because I’m totally sold on the whole evolutionary nutrition thing, either.
I’m just sort of fond of having hands and legs that, you know…work.
Next up: O is for Omigod Why Did You Kill Fortunato?
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