I’ve dealt with stomach issues for as long as I can remember. I have been diagnosed with IBS multiple times. Doctors tell me I am too stressed or just come from a family of sensitive stomached-people, and to just deal with it. Meditate, listen to music…you will be fine.
Since having this cutie two years ago, I have noticed a major increase in my symptoms. Much more pain, stomach upset all the time, skin breaking out, brittle nails. My clothes don’t fit. I haven’t gained any weight, but I am so bloated that sometimes I look 6 months pregnant. I had an ultrasound and found out that I have ovarian cysts, but they are small. They cause some pain, but they don’t explain the rest of it. At one point, I was diagnosed with interstitial cystitis, through a checklist and pushed out of the door with some heavy medication.
Two months ago, total exhaustion set in. I would go to work out as I normally do, and 15 minutes into the workout I would be shaky with absolutely no energy. I was eating correctly (or so I thought), so I didn’t understand what was going on.
For a while I have suspected that I might suffer from food allergies, but I have never been tested. I visited a gastroenterologist last month, and she decided to do some blood tests. After a few days, she gave me a call. “I think I found out the answer to your problems. You tested positive for celiac antibodies.” It’s hard to describe the relief I felt upon hearing those words. Finally, an answer! The doctor wants to do an endoscopy to get an official diagnosis, so I will be having one on Friday. The hardest thing to do this month has been to continue to eat wheat products when I know that they are most likely making me sick. I have to continue eating them until the test or the results will not be accurate. So the countdown is on…2 more days of eating wheat and then I’m officially going gluten-free.
I’m overwhelmed, but I’m ready. Ready to have energy again. Ready to work out like I want to. Ready for my clothes to fit. Ready to be a happier mom, a more attentive wife, a more helpful friend. I’m ready to be me again.
I’m ready to get my mojo back.