I've been keeping a health log since September, before ME/CFS was even a faint suggestion in my head. At the time I started it, I was simply trying to find something, anything, in my daily routine that I could connect with my ups and downs. It would still be a couple more months before my doctors and I suspected ME, and another month or two before I changed my diet.
A few days ago, Mrs. Calvin and I were winding down for the evening, each propped up against our sides of the headboard. She was finishing reading The Help and I was clicking away at the laptop, updating my health log.
As I finished updating my log, I glanced back at those early months. Looking at the "Food" column, my eyes bulged. I began to laugh. This caught Mrs. Calvin's attention so I read some of the entries aloud to her, and she laughed to.
How is that in the span of 5 months, I'd changed my habits so drastically that the mere mention of my old habits induced laughter? While I doubt it will be as funny to you, readers of this blog - all three of you - I invite you to judge me anyway. These entries are cut and pasted without edit. (Semicolons separate breakfast; lunch; and dinner):
9/7: Bagel; Taco Bell chalupas; orange chicken from Panda Express
9/11: Oatmeal, frozen breakfast burrito; peach, 2 ice cream sandwiches; steak & enchilada for dinner with Horchata.
9/12: Breakfast burrito, Motrin; (skipped lunch); meatball sandwich and french fries.
9/13: Cottage Cheese; breakfast burrito w/ bacon; Rubio's Big Burrito Especial w/ chips for lunch; pizza with pineapple.
9/15: Breakfast sandwich w/ ham and cheese; apple, peach, nachos, peanuts; hamburger casserole & sourdough toast, apple cobblerThe list goes on and on like this. My biggest downfall, like many Southern Californians, was Mexican food - or rather, Americanized Mexican food, where each burrito is a rice and bean filled carbohydrate bomb. No wonder my candida antibodies were off the charts.
(Normally, Mrs. Calvin would have stepped in to ensure that I ate healthy for at least one meal a day when we were home together, but she happened to be recovering form a C-section at this time.)
Even now, only 5 months later, that list seems revolting to me. So, at least I'm not slowly killing myself with that junk any longer!