Food.
Ugh.
We need it, huh?
Some times I wish it wasn't a necessity, but then I get hungry and really want some hot chips.
From the age of 14 I began to feel sick after eating. Each week, in high school, my friends and I would generally have a sleep over. Different house each week with the same people.
By the end of the night, after stuffing our faces with chocolate, chips, and soft drinks I would go to bed feeling awfully bloated and gassy. Didn't think anything of it - when I got home the next day I would use the bathroom and feel 100% better, not having a single problem until the next sleep over.
We ate pretty badly on those days, which was generally the worst I would eat. At this point I had been Vegetarian for 2 years. I ate pretty well (not as damn well good as I do now), a good enough diet for a teenager anyway - not stuffing myself with fast food and crap for every meal. My parents made my dinners for the first few years which were usually vegetable style, bready type dishes.
After the first year of my symptoms starting, I went to Vietnam. Which, might I add: was freaking awesome. I can't get over how much of an incredible experience I had while there. I remember (at this point I was vegetarian) receiving 'vegie spring rolls' as an entree, and was told that the first batch was the Vegetarian option, as there were a couple of Vegetarians. I remember eating it, and it and bragging how amazing it was. But then the next batch came out. It definitely looked different, and after questioning the waiters we discovered that what we had eaten was fish. FISH. Disgusting! How could they tell us it was Vegetarian? How could they get that so wrong. I'm not going to lie, I was a pussy about it and had a good cry right at the table. How the teachers dealt with us, I will never know. Teenagers are so... adolescent.
After feeling ill every day in Vietnam it wasn't until after I got back that I told my parent's about how my body was reacting. But more on that on a later date.
I will admit the food was incredible. I wouldn't be surprised if half of the stuff we ate contained some form of animal product but looking back now I couldn't give a shit. Its hard going to another country, especially if you don't speak the language, and get everything that you want.
I am so happy I've done a lot of travelling while young. I've gotten to a point where its just too hard to travel. After being in America and New Zealand over the last year - its just too hard to handle. The hangry just takes over and I can't function.
I hate being angry. I do believe it is necessary: it can show passion, drive, and a lot of emotion. It just isn't something I can relate myself with. I pride myself on not being easily shifted, about being logical in any situation, and emotionally stable in not be offended by trivial things. I guess eating seems trivial to me - I do somewhat state that right at the beginning. Its so simple. Its such a standard thing. But alas... its a little harder than that. When I don't get anything to eat... especially potato... my emotions go out of whack. There was only one occasion in New Zealand that I was pushed over the edge and I turned into a tantruming child. What a nightmare.
I want to exaggerate that it is VERY irregular. I'm positive about my diet - as of yet there isn't anything I can do about it, and as tough as it is I'm very healthy and happy.
My goal is to figure out what the heck is happening to me.
So I'm hoping that writing it all out could help.
Possibly have the right people reading can help to. I'm am open and willing to try so many things. I just need to know about them.
But hey... Here we go. Expect graphic details.
Although not too graphic...
EJ
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