And by challenging, I mean it SUCKED. Not in the food sense, but when I thought that my nonsense (itty, bitty cold) was cured in one day with the cherry bark syrup, I was overly optimistic. And while it is true that I spent the entire day Saturday in bed/resting before I got the cherry bark, and that I woke up Sunday morning feeling all better, after I wrote my update on Monday morning I started feeling worse. As the day progressed, my nonsense came back with a vengeance. I never felt horrible, just blah, like I needed a lot of sleep. And don’t even get me started on the weather we’ve been having. Okay, relatively speaking, it has not been terrible, but it has been much cooler than usual and we had (true, much-needed) rain. None of that, though, is good for my mental heath, especially when I am feeling so crummy.
I thought I would be feeling better doing The Whole30. I do, however, realize my body is going through a major transformation, what with no sugar, no dairy, no sugar, no alcohol, no sugar, no wheat or grains, no sugar and no processed foods of any kind, especially the kinds with added, you guessed it, sugar. I just didn’t know it would be so difficult. What is also even more clear to me is the fact that body has not been the same since my assault. It’s nothing major, a lot of small things, but added altogether, it’s a lot to deal with and accept. And this is with intense therapy and a huge desire and effort to not let my attack change me. The best intentions, right?
As if to add insult to injury, Sunday morning at 3:02AM I was awakened with a shooting pain down my right leg. Now I’ve had back issues for, well, ever, but I’ve never had anything like this before. I got up and stretched and hung on the inversion table, but nothing was helping. I got back in bed and tried to sleep. No such luck. I could only be on my back for a few minutes before I’d have to turn to my left side. Then in a few minutes that would become unbearable and I’d have to turn on my back again, where I would only last for a few minutes…you get the picture. So I got up to take a shower a little after 4AM. The funny thing was, it did not really hurt to move around. While in the shower I decided to wash my hair and shave my legs, just in case I ended up spending the next week in bed with my back out. It did not really feel like it was going to go out, but never having experienced this kind of pain, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
When I got back in bed, I googled ‘sciatica’ on my phone, decided that it was probably that, and slept fitfully, in pain for the next several hours. After consulting with a doctor (my mother, as it happens) and a couple of people who have had to deal with sciatica, we decided on the best course of action, which was really no action at all. I was advised to take 3 ibuprofen and 1 Tylenol, move as much as the pain would allow, and basically, allow it to rest. So I spent another entire weekend day resting. I am sensing a pattern here.
This morning I woke up and realized I had had no pain in the night, at least not the shooting down my leg kind, and I slept half-way decently. I am still in need of much more sleep than normal. I guess that’s okay. It is also dawning on me that I may need more than the 30 days to clean out all the built of whatever that has accumulated over the last 4 1/2 years. And, really, I guess that is okay, too. Just like with most everything, I want it now, I want the results yesterday and I don’t want to have to wait a minute longer than I think it should take. Yeah, and how’s that working for me? Clearly, it will take as long as it takes.
The good news is, as they say in The Whole30, I have been completely compliant for the last two weeks. No slips, no forbidden foods; only good, whole, real food.