I’m off to the Doctor’s today to find out why I’ve had three weeks of discomfort, pain and the dreaded BLOATING!!
I know what he will tell me, it’s the same every time I have a flare up. I do, however like to go along just for the reassurance that it isn’t some sort of horrific incurable illness that will have me making my last dying wishes within a couple weeks.
You know how it is, you google a symptom…..
Anyway, at present it feels as though I have been pumped up like a tyre overnight and because I am so self
obsessed aware, I only just managed to drag myself out of the house to see other humans this morning. The shame of the bloat!
At least when you scoff a burger and fries down your neck and get the bloat it is worth it, but oh no, I get to chomp down kale and avocado day after day and I am still bloody getting it.
I would like to pretend that this Paleo regime is hitting the spot as much a deep pan pepperoni pizza with extra cheese would; but I am over the honeymoon “we love Paleo” period and instead am two years in and missing cheese, bread, pasta and Pot Noodles more than you can imagine.
Even so, I continue to forge ahead in this mission to eat cleanly and exercise regularly to alleviate the side effects of this life long pain in my ass and to be honest, I can’t even look at a bagel with cream cheese without getting the Crohn’s throb!
I see these photos of women all over the World living the dream on their Paleo diets, Instagramming their Salads in a Jar made from organic produce and their homegrown veggies. I admire them, I really do, but what I really want to do, instead of pressing the Heart Button, is post the comment “what would you do now, for a cheeseboard and a glass of wine?”
I know they love it, I know they look great, but seriously, no one can love Salad in a Jar that much!
Surely they watch their husbands chow down chicken burgers with all the trimmings and want to rip the bun off their plate and devour every single crumb? Surely they go to work and watch all their colleagues devour their pasta salads and full fat coke and drift into a CocaCola Coma?
Surely some days they just want to order the ‘real option’ instead of the ‘clean option’?
I suppose we won’t ever know. We only get a little glimpse on their Instagram feeds. We don’t see the temptation, the will power, the bad days, the good days, the “I can’t be bothered with the treadmill” days.
Hats off to them getting up every day and spreading the Paleo Love. I wish I had the energy to!
Now, where did I put my Spiralizer?!