Hello friends, I am finally home from traveling for a little while! While I’ve been in different parts of the country for the past month, I’ve been forced to learn a lot about my body and how it handles different things. Therefore, today I have a hodgepodge of different tips, tricks, identifiers, and just weird things I’ve learned/experimented with over the past month to hopefully help people struggling with paleo, acne, rosacea, cravings, sugar, and whatever else!
I am two days away from completing my 30 days AIP (the autoimmune protocol within the paleo diet). With that said, there are a lot of small, nit-picky updates that I have for you. While you might not need them/relate to them at all, I found that there weren’t too many testimonies for AIP when I researched it. I wanted to know what people went through in many aspects of their lives, not just what happened when they finished or started AIP. I want to give you a thorough update without going into too much detail. Let us begin!
Alright. This may get weird.
I’m on my third week of autoimmune paleo. Lately, I’ve been whining, touchy, and incredibly tired. I couldn’t figure out why. I’ve been eating the same amount, sleeping the normal crappy sleep schedule for my 21-year-old bad self, and I’ve been exercising.
SO WHY HAVE I BEEN CRAVING CHOCOLATE LIKE A MADMAN?
It’s been three weeks since I’ve attempted the AIP (autoimmune protocol) for the paleo diet. When I started paleo, I was eating a lot of nuts, fruits in smoothies, etc. Well, I went AIP because something in me told me that maybe I should, despite the fact that I’d never been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease…
Like most people, I didn’t plan to figure out my illnesses. I thought I’d be stuck forever in a broken, albeit young, body. At 17, I broke out in acne all over my face. Previously, I only had it on my forehead. Other than that, my skin was like porcelain. My friends were jealous. I didn’t appreciate it until it was gone.
At 17, the stresses of my senior year of high school, a new relationship, and a changing diet pushed me over the edge. I had giant red sores on my face. I had scabs. I couldn’t stop itching. I cried to myself because it was so awful – all of a sudden, out of nowhere.
At the same time, I was experiencing migraines. I had to stop running so much and snowboarding because my joints were aching. I tried to tell my parents that I thought it was all connected. After specialists and doctors, birth control, topical treatments, and advil, my family started to think I was convincing myself I had problems because I wanted people to feel bad for me. I started to believe them. (To get a head start on what my future posts will be about and my “connected” illness, here’s a sneak peak.)
I went to dermatologists to ask for help – it was my final resort.
He said the same thing my doctors had said. That acne would require multiple topical solutions, birth control, and that diet was completely unrelated. Can I tell you a secret? Just a little one? For two years I bought into it. I bought the topical antibiotic lotions, the retinoids, the oral antibiotics, the birth control, the gentle face wash. On top of that, I tried natural and tar based shampoos to treat random dandruff that was both stubborn and unpredictable. I didn’t want to spend more money for foundation so I went out into the world with open sores.
And then I stopped listening to my dermatologist. I decided it was enough. I couldn’t take it, nor could my wallet. My next course of action was to listen to my friends and college roommates who said sugar made them break out. I tried to tell them, no no, my dermatologist says it’s not connected. But I watched their faces evolve. I’m 21. I had to listen to testimony over professional expertise. After all, the latter never got me anywhere.
That’s where I am right now. Listening to testimony. Experimenting with my body. I’ll leave with you this for now. This summer, I planned on writing some short stories, working on cleaning my house, and taking the summer off before returning for my senior year of college. Instead, I fell in love with a new lifestyle and learning about my body. Here was the first book I read: