NO Dairy – NO Soy—No Gluten—No Pork—No Tuna—No Chamomile—No Cranberries……….blah blah blah…….and everything else it seems.
Living with food intolerances can be very frustrating! Here’s what I’d like to say, but rarely do:
To my friends:
Yes! I’d love to meet you for lunch! However, my restaurant choices are limited and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tease me when I spend a crazy amount of time checking on ingredients with the server and tweaking my order.
Yes! I know 6 months ago I enjoyed a big pile of BBQ pork with you, but now I can’t eat pork. That’s the way it works, food intolerances change over time.
I appreciate your party invite, but please don’t take offense when I eat ahead of time or bring my own snacks & drink. I want to be sure I can enjoy your company and I can’t do that if I’m stuck in your bathroom all night.
No, I’m not ALLERGIC to these foods. Don’t fret, you aren’t going to have to stab me with an Epipen (even though you may actually like the thought of that! Ha ha)…..but the consequences are still severe enough to stop me in my tracks and ruin my day or week.
To my co-workers:
Yes, I eat. Yes, I love food. Yes, it bothers me there are only 3 of us in the office and you bring in donuts. I’m only human. If I give in, you like seeing the joy on my face as I eat something I love and miss, but you’re not around when I’m in agony 8 hours later. So please stop tempting me on purpose. Yes, even “one small bite” will mess me up. Seriously, it will.
Your jokes about me only eating air, grape skins and celery strings were funny for a while but I’d rather hear some positive reinforcement when you see me drinking a green juice for breakfast. For once, can you just PRETEND you’d rather be enjoying my toxic green drink instead of the breakfast burrito you’re shoving in your mouth?? (And yes, the juice really does taste better than it looks!)
To my husband:
Thank you for all of your love and support and for being willing to eat whatever I cook, even if you don’t have my restrictions. You are a saint. Thank you for not making me feel guilty when I weaken and eat things I shouldn’t. You know I will pay the price later, but you let me enjoy my craving in peace.
But…..please stop asking me if I want “a bite” of something you KNOW I can’t eat. All it does is make me sad and remind me that you get it and I don’t.
Please stop asking me how my stomach feels every time you talk to me. I already spend, what seems like, every waking minute thinking about what I’m eating or how I feel…… I’d rather you didn’t bring it back to the forefront of my mind. I’d rather be focused on you.
This is me!
I’m not on a diet.
I’m not a freak.
I’m not high maintenance, only my stomach is.
I didn’t do anything to cause this. God chose these challenges for me and it is with His strength that I can deal with them day after day.
I love food, it just doesn’t have the courtesy to love me back.