Monday, May 17, 2010
The first couple of months, the whole detox phenomenon is shocking. Why was I such a grouch? Why so many pimples? I would have rethought the decision based upon these effects if the weight hadn't been falling off without effort (all while eating more food than ever!) This was enough to keep me committed until the day I realized I was no longer grouchy, and couldn't remember when the last pimple had gone away. I was at peace, I had energy, I could think straight. I've been hooked on not eating animals ever since. Personally the dairy was the most difficult to avoid, but early on I had the ironic blessing of accidentally eating a pasta salad with parmesan in the dressing. When I wound up with intestinal distress, I realized I am lactose intolerant, but had developed a bit of a tolerance for it over years of its consumption. Being clean of dairy for a month or so at that point, the unmasked effects of the lactose intolerance were unmistakable. I asked my physician and she agreed this was probably the case. She asked if I have more energy now that I have given it up. When I said yes, she confirmed that, besides intestinal upset, the prevailing symptom of lactose intolerance is fatigue. To think of the years I have wasted being exhausted! Dairy is one thing I no longer crave. Unbelievable but true!
Last night my husband and I sat on our patio with a glass of wine, talking about the day, and I had to laugh at myself as I thoughtlessly reached over to one of these little iron boy-and-girl planters, and pulled a sprig of marjoram off the plant and popped it, unwashed, into my mouth. The whole thing took a second, and was exactly the way I used to mindlessly nibble cheese or cookies. I honestly didn't notice until the leaves hit my tongue. What a surprising journey this is turning out to be!