A Hidden Trigger...

I explained a couple of posts ago, that I have recently gone gluten free at the suggestion of a natural health specialist. My plan was to wait and see if I had any tummy troubles for a few months; then to add gluten back in and see if I noticed a difference. Frankly, I didn't expect to notice any changes other than the bloating in my belly. 

Well.....I'm impatient so after one month gluten free and ZERO tummy troubles I couldn't help myself. I tried some wheat bread. Not a lot. Just a slice. I wanted to see what happened. Also, I've been on a broth fast for a few days and broth does magnificently in my belly so I knew there was nothing else that could possibly be a trigger. 

I ate the bread. I got tummy trouble. Not a lot, mind you, just a little. Not nearly as horrible as the time I ate coconut flour (oh my gosh) and flaxseed (double oh my gosh!) But I DID get a bit of a bellyache. 

Frankly, I am stunned. I really thought gluten wasn't contributing to my problems, but the way I've felt this past month along with my belly's reaction when I ate it doesn't lie. My body has a problem with gluten. Veddy intewesting...

I have also made another change recently. I got off "the pill". It was something I felt I should do long ago, but I was deceived into believing it was good for me when it was really masking my body's first cries for help. 

I have been told by doctors for the past few years that the pill will not make you keep weight on. I've been off of it for two weeks and I've lost three pounds...when I've been the exact same weight for months...might be just coincidence. I may get stuck and stay stuck here in a little while. Only time will tell. 

I went two whole weeks without running. I ran for the first time on Monday. My body literally thought it was the first time. Of course it probably didn't help that it was a little chilly and raining but ugh! My body kept screaming "why why why why?!" And now all the things are sore. All of them. Like I've never run before. That wasn't fun, but at the same time I was proud of myself for not quitting when I really wanted to. And oh I really wanted to. Sweet Caroline, has my husband corrupted me?! Am I slowly turning into a runner? Nah.....