All I want to do is take a nap right now and listen to the pouring rain, but this post won’t stop writing itself in my head. So, here I go. I hope it’s happy after this. I have been researching a bit more about iron and my thyroid condition. Now, before you leave, wait. I am tired of it too, so hear me out. I was busy making my delicious salad with egg for protein and pouring my taste-free gluten-free dressing on when I had a moment of anger. Let me explain. Yesterday, I had an egg for breakfast with my coffee. I will stab anyone who tells me to cut out coffee, so don’t go there with me right now. I had a salad for lunch with my specially researched smoothie with all the right ingredients to heal my “leaky gut”. Another part of this disease, but I am not going there either. For dinner, we had pork chops and rice with pineapple (to help heal the inflammation in my joints). I had one of my gluten-free cookies. For snack, gluten-free blue corn chips and salsa. Many people were asking questions in one of my groups and because I have still been having issues after I eat, I copied what one of the girls said and sent it to my husband in an e-mail. Here it is:
In addition, if you have an autoimmune condition, you should completely avoid:
Eggs (especially the whites)
Nuts
Seeds (including cocoa, coffee and seed-based spices)
Nightshades (potatoes, tomatoes, eggplants, sweet and hot peppers, cayenne, red pepper, tomatillos, goji berries etc. and spices derived from peppers, including paprika)
Potential Gluten Cross-Reactive Foods
Fructose consumption in excess of 20g per day
Alcohol
NSAIDS (like aspirin or ibuprofen)
Non-nutritive sweeteners (yes, all of them, even stevia)
Emulsifiers, thickeners, and other food additives
PLUS I am supposed to follow this plan called Paleo Autoimmune Protocol. So, I ask you, what in the hell am I allowed to eat? Yes, I said HELL. Not because I feel like throwing it in there, but because as any good southern girl knows, eating like this is HELL on her family. Try going to family functions. It goes a little like this:
Grandma: Pass her the hot rolls, she didn’t get a freshly baked biscuit. Me: Remember, I can’t eat bread right now grandma. Grandma: Well, I know you’ll have some of these snaps I made with bacon grease (ok, so she wouldn’t have said out loud why the snaps are so good, but we all know). Me: Umm, remember I told you I was highly allergic to green beans now. Grandma: Fine! Now, I know you’ll have some of this congealed salad with NUTS. Me: What kind of nuts? Because ummm, remember I told you that almonds came up as something I am highly allergic too now. Grandma: Well, now I know you will have one of your favorite Deviled Eggs. Here you go (plop). Me: I hate to tell you this grandma, but apparently Deviled Eggs are the Devil. I can’t eat eggs with nightshade spices. Apparently it’s the spawn of Satan or something. Grandma: (She might use my full name here), you mean to tell me afta I have spent all day in the kitchen cooking up this small meal of 17 things, you can’t have a one of them? Now, I know you are just trying to save room for dessert. So here is a nice piece of lemon pound cake. Me: I’m allergic to lemons…and everything that’s in that cake (I whisper). Sure Grandma. That sounds great.
Sooo, now you know why I can’t give up my beverages. They are coming to revoke my “Southerner License” any day now.
