During the past month, I have been faint of heart. Between not having time to prepare properly and being stressed to the max (at times I thought my head would explode and desperately needed chocolate!), I have fallen off the AIP wagon. And I can feel it. :(
I have only had one full blown attack, when I went totally crazy for a couple days and ate all things off limits. It took a week to recover. UGH! Most of the time I still eat mostly AIP and FODMAP, with only a few indiscretions, and can keep my symptoms at a tolerable level.
It is frustrating to think of how I have slid backwards in this, but now I know my limits. And my need for this diet is confirmed. There is a sense of control over my health, even though so much of it is still a mystery. No cure in sight, but still hope.
I have also been reminded how hurtful to our physical well being stress is, and why I have ordered my life in such a way, as to avoid as much of it as possible! Knowing this is all temporary has helped.
I have to keep refocusing my eyes on eternity and remember what really matters.
His mercies are new every morning and I will start again.
