A peek into my day today:
- Wake up! Hooray, I’m still here!
- Take two probiotics
- Go to the bathroom….another great bathroom trip!
- Get dressed, grab my fresh green juice and head to yoga
- Have an awesome yoga class with one of my favorite teachers, Tara
- Come home, eat a homemade Clif bar, finish my juice, get ready for work
- Simmer my ayurvedic tea for 10 minutes before putting it in my adult sippy cup
- Head to work, eat leftover yellow curry with lots of veggies and brown rice/quinoa for lunch
- Snack on nuts, dried mango, grapes, fresh orange/carrot juice
- Come home, take my multi-vitamin, triphala and curcumin with aloe vera juice
- Put the SCOBYs into the new batch of kombucha I started last night
- Eat a salmon burrito and black beans with my beautiful husband
- Write a blog entry
- Take one more probiotic
Whew! Why is today so important that I felt I had to chronicle the whole thing? Because today is the official one year anniversary of me not taking any medication. It completely snuck up on me! It doesn’t seem possible that I haven’t had a hamburger for a year. How have I survived? It has been an interesting road. The experience has been a struggle at times, but worth every second in the end. If you could look back even just a few years, this daily routine would have seemed ridiculous! I mean, everything I do is shrouded in hippie-ness. I love it, it’s just odd to reflect back on how much has shifted over the years. Gradual changes and tiny steps… and then one day you look around and it’s all new!
I need to once again thank YOU, my friends and family for your seemingly unending support during this last year. You have all been really patient with my strange food behavior and my sober ways. Especially when I was being uber-strict, it was tough to maintain socially. But no one ever made me feel bad or weird or whatever for doing what I was doing. In fact, it went the other way, where many friends and family members shifted their own approach to food as a result of this blog and how I’ve been eating. Most notable are my two amazing parents. Over the last year, my dad has lost 100+ lbs, my mom completed yoga teacher training and actually started some self-care practices….my dad is even walking! These are things that I used to only dream about. I’m insanely proud of them. So thank you to you all for making that happen through your understanding.
In terms of the colitis itself, I keep getting better and better! This last month in particular has been really smooth and virtually symptom-free. It’s pretty incredible. I’ve already started to ease up on my eating habits, and have transitioned into being more flexible with bread or cheese here and there. I’ve even had a few drinks! Gasp! haha. Still no meals of steak and ribs or anything like that, but I found that I was becoming a little obsessed with the food I was eating. And as I am constantly reminding myself, it’s not ALL about the food. I didn’t want to develop an eating disorder, which I could feel brewing. So I instead found patience with myself, allowed a moderate amount of processed foods to enter my body and I took them in with love. For the most part, it is okay when that stuff happens. I can feel in my body where it is off after I derail from the plan, but the whole system is nowhere near as sensitive as it was. It’s pretty exciting.
At this time last year, I was having 3 or more painful bowel movements per day that were mostly or entirely blood. I wasn’t even moving real product anymore. I had the “burny butthole feeling” virtually all the time. I was bloated, gassy and pretty sad about the whole thing. I was still taking 3 pills, 3 times a day of asacol and its effectiveness had gone to zero. I knew I had to make a drastic change (well, many drastic changes), but even so, it was a risk. Thank goodness it paid off, and then some! I’m so glad it did. What a difference a year can make!
Here’s to many more years of learning, growing and continuing down the path of healing! Cheers!
ALISA’S MUSIC CORNER
I think it’s safe to say that I grew up listening to the musical Rent. I think I’ve seen it three times? I forget. But I must have listened to the soundtrack at least 200 times (almost as many times as Les Mis). Every time I hear “Seasons of Love,” I fall even more in love with the whole show, and most of the time I end up in tears. I can’t think of a better, more fitting measurement of this last year, medication free. Measure in love. Enjoy!