I’ve recently gone back to work after having the luxury of working from home for the past six or so months. I got a three month extension because of my autoimmune flare. And even prior to that extension, was committed to making the most of this “weird” time.
I’m unique in that I’m single, no kids, live alone. So I had full control over how I approached this pandemic. I decided early on, even before the US took it seriously, while it was still just in Italy (that we knew of) that I was committed to doing my part to take care of our health care workers. So as soon as I read about “flatten the curve” I was in, and I saw the extra time at home and cleared social calendar as an opportunity, not a loss.
Even before the virus was here, they were drawing parallels between overweight people and severity of disease. I was obese. And something in me clicked. I only get one life, one health. And while, yes, you can get healthier, some health complications are permanent. Including heart and lung damage. I very quickly said, “I am going to eat at home, and make healthier choices.” Simply not eating out was a huge improvement for me. And after a few months, I started to make healthier choices across the board. I committed to avoiding convenience foods, though I still made some cookies and had a homemade pizza once a week.
Once my autoimmune disorder flared, which I think was either hormonal or stress, though I won’t rule out food, I knew it was time to take that final step. To adjust my diet to the way I knew I’d always wanted it to be.
One time someone said, imagine your ideal life. And mine has always been a minimalist, smaller house, a backyard that’s small but private, and I eat healthy and am active. I don’t need a lot, but I’ve always WANTED to be healthier. I just let, well, EVERYTHING get in the way of that. Everything. Everyone. All the stuff came before me. I thought I was being some sort of martyr. In truth, I was sacrificing myself for people who didn’t really care.
And, truthfully, I think the months leading to the flare set me up perfectly to adapt post-flare. I transitioned almost seamlessly to an AIP diet. Which is a temporary elimination diet. But one I’d never done before successfully because it’s a big leap. But the leap was much smaller after spending three months cooking every meal, planning meals and grocery pickups, and eliminating both eating out and convenience foods. The last step was to take out gluten, dairy, all nightshades, nuts/seeds and other grains. It sounds like a lot, but there was so much left that was already a staple in my diet. Fish, poultry, pork, veggies, fruits. I enjoyed these things. Over time, I started to make soups, stir fries and hashes to prep for going back to work. But the interim was really key for me. I was able to eat a piece of fish or pork and fresh roasted veggies for lunch. It was such a blessing.
Now that I’m back at work, lunch is more ho hum and dinners feel a bit more rushed. But I’m getting by. And each day, food is less of a reward and more of an opportunity to nourish my body and give myself energy. At work, when a take out meal is offered, I think of the veggies I’d be giving up or the short-term satisfaction of a “yummy” meal with potential long term issues with flares. A flare lasts a lot longer than a meal. I feel like my brain has shifted.
I hope it stays this way.
That brings me to my parallel to health and happiness. I don’t consider myself even fully healed and in remission, yet. And I’m three months post-flare. But that’s ok. I feel this calm, this patience. Knowing all I have is time. Time to heal from the flare, and also heal my body overal, and my mind from emotional eating.
The one worry I have is how do I fit in socially after this? My lifestyle, my social life, was built around food and alcohol. How do I keep those friendships going? Luckily, I still have some time. I’ve found people,are interested in what I’m doing. Maybe my friends will see the change and support my adjustments. Maybe once I’m in remission I’ll feel ok having one or two drinks. Or maybe I’ll find a place that serves neat non alcoholic drinks like kombucha, which I used to hate and now love. Or even simply a non alcoholic ginger beer. I have been drinking diet soda as a treat, so that’s always an option along with, of course, iced tea.
As for meals, I’m hoping to have reintroduced more seasonings by the time I eat out again. Most restaurants have simple proteins and veggies or even I’m guessing sweet potato fries or rice pilaf would be fine. If I can reintroduce some other grains like quinoa. Or even at some point test potatoes and tomatoes, that opens tons f doors. I think peppers are an issue. And eggs, but eggs are a normal allergen.
All I know is I feel good. I feel like this is what my body wants. I am hopeful I’ll continue to heal and go back into remission. And now I prioritize stress relief through managing stress and facing emotions rather than burning it off with body stressing cardio. Rather than running away from the emotions, I lay on my floor and mediate to confront them. Even that has put me in a more centered space.i am far less triggered at work, and more calm in all of my decisions.
Health and happiness go hand in hand. And I am as close as I’ve ever been to my ideal life. Which is far more than being skinny!