Anyways, I feel for the people who are truly allergic to that crap because holy stomach pain.
While in New York I thought, "I am living it up!" in the food department. My stomach soon told me otherwise.
We welcomed the trip with a stop at White Castle. How can that chain be in business? I can tolerate a lot, but that, yuck. I had two of their "burgers" and two packets of applesauce and felt as fine as you can after eating mystery meat on a bun. I didn't want to chance it with fries because we were eating at 10:45 at night.
The rest of the time at West Point I tried to be aware of what I was stuffing in my mouth. Friday, the continental breakfast curbed my craving for fake eggs and sour fruit. For lunch I opted for chicken strips (no fries) that probably were not the best idea, but the West Point dining hall didn't have many options. And, for dinner Friday night, I had pizza....then ice cream Oops.
After we got back to the hotel room I felt so awful. My stomach felt crampy and I felt my acid reflux symptoms. I took an antacid and finally fell asleep. It was that night that I realized the indulging was not worth it.
Saturday we went to the Army vs. Air Force game where I dined on coffee and peanut M&M's. I had ate a big breakfast, plus it was freezing, so there were other things to take my mind off of the hunger. The concession stand only offered nachos or a hot dog, so no thanks.
For dinner Saturday night I ate the most delicious chicken pot pie, but owwweeeee. Pain. I guess the pastry on top of the pie got me.
Sunday we headed into NYC. Since my stomach had been uncomfortable the majority of the time at West Point I decided to try my best to not overdue it in NYC. For brunch I had minestrone soup and for early dinner I had one slice of pizza and a salad. For dinner I had a chicken salad sandwich on whole wheat bread (I only ate one slice of the bread). My stomach felt better than it had the previous days, thank goodness.
Monday I was careful because the thought of being uncomfortable on a plane was enough to make me not want to upset my stomach. Then....KARMA.
Chris and I met up with a friend of mine and we went to this little Italian restaurant and I had the most delicious spaghetti with bolognese sauce. I was so hungry from walking around Central Park and we had yet to have any Italian food while up there, so....
That plane ride was painful. I felt bloated and crampy. I eventually felt hungry, but was too scared to eat anything. It was not my best feeling day.
That leads me to Tuesday when I called Chris and told him to pick us up Spoons for dinner. It had been raining all day and I was craving their grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Y'all, I couldn't even eat the whole sandwich because I was in so much pain...which never happens because Spoons has the best grilled cheese ever.
So, at that moment I decided we were going grocery shopping at Sprouts and I was getting back on a modified version of this Whole 30 train. I bought most of the stuff I had been buying, plus gluten free bread and gluten free chips.
I'm sad to say that I think I may just have to lay off that big bad gluten wolf for good...which makes my heart hurt a bit, but the pain is not worth it.
I am just thanking Jesus ice cream still does a body good :)