About a year ago I started getting really sick after eating and I had no idea why. My stomach would hurt so much I couldn’t move. I hated the idea of eating. I didn’t tell my parents right away because when my brother was my age he had the same problem, and it was because of stress. The thing was, I was on vacation when it really started to flare up, a time when there wasn’t much stress in my life. But everyone in my family, myself included, dismissed it at first because this had happened to my brother. It was just a phase, right?
Except it never quit. Whether I was stressed or not, my stomach hurt after eating most foods, except for maybe French fries and strawberries. Unfortunately, a girl can’t live off of that. I started losing weight. One of my friends thought I might even be anorexic.
In January, I started keeping a food journal. I religiously wrote down every single thing I ate, but I found no connection. I would later find out that that was because I was eating so many things I shouldn’t, and couldn’t, there was no noticeable pattern. I stopped eating milk and eggs in May, and while that helped slightly, I still had horrible “episodes”.
As time went on, the stomach aches only got worse, and eventually, something had to be done. So in June we finally went to my doctor. We had a full work up and I was referred to a gastroenterologist. He was the one who figured out what the problem was, and I was given antibiotics to take when the pain got really bad and I was put on a whole new diet. No more gluten, milk, corn syrup – the list goes on.
I’m going to be honest: it’s hard, living with food sensitivities and allergies. It’s hard to watch your friends and family eat ice cream and fried chicken and macaroni and cheese when you can’t have any of it. It’s hard going out to eat and staring at the menu, trying to figure out what in the world you can eat (shout at to the awesome people at Culver’s for being super helpful). But it’s not impossible, and having a support system is super important.
My mom is the only one in my family who is totally aware of what I can and can’t have, but my dad is pretty observant too. My brothers and extended family don’t know about the recent developments however, and I’d prefer to not tell them just yet. That is my personal choice and I’m not by any means saying that’s the best way to about things – in a few years I may say the complete opposite. But for now I’m keeping my food allergies and sensitivities to myself.
I still have moments of weakness when I eat something I know I shouldn’t, and know I’ll regret later. I’m still working on my willpower, and that’s okay. I’ll keep praying for God to help me with it, and I believe He will.