I suppose there is a first time for everything. First kiss, first birthday, first Christmas with a special someone…and the first time you got food poisoning. And I’m not talking about something not just “sitting” quite right. I’m talking ugly sweat, wretched vomiting, solids becoming liquids, and the worst stomach pain I’ve ever experienced. It was the real deal. Honestly I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it.
I’m not 100% better, but it seems my body is tolerating Saltines and water/Powerade okay. Progress is slow but steady.
I’m posting because I wanted to have today be a really cool day for this blog. I was going to assemble and unveil my new office, complete with pictures AND video! [GASP] But I’m not sure if I’ll get to the office being put together today. Perhaps tomorrow? Definitely hoping this weekend – it feels like I’ve been waiting forever.
I wanted to still post though, because this whole awful experience again reminded me that this body is the only one I have. I control what goes into it. Obviously what I put into it last night when we went out, my body horrifically rejected. The only thing I can think that it was, was the ground beef in the quesadilla I had. Unfortunately I’ve had a few unfortunate instances with ground beef, where it sent my digestive system into rejection mode. Nothing to this degree, however.
But it also raises some interesting things to consider. If it’s apparent that my body does not like ground beef, would it be better to transition to a different (perhaps more beneficial) dietary lifestyle? Should I be a vegetarian? Should I be more aware and only consume meat that I know where it came from? I know that I have been struggling with
dieting healthy eating. Losing weight has been tremendously difficult with PCOS and hypothyroidism. Perhaps my body is trying to tell me to change?
It’s hard to have answers right now, and I don’t know if anything more will come of this episode (aside from more stomach aches and trips to the bathroom). But it is definitely something to think about. I put garbage in my system, and I got garbage from it. Was it really worth it? Is it worth the tasty satisfaction if it is hurting my body? What about the animals’ bodies that were hurt to make that meal for me?