I haven’t said much over the last few weeks about what foods I’ve reintroduced into my diet, so let me bring you all up to speed on how things have been going.
The lead-up to Christmas and New Years left me dragging and feeling pretty rough all around by the time the actual holiday week arrived. I felt the worst I’ve felt since we left Virginia, but it didn’t get nearly as bad as it has in the past. Basically, I was lupus-tired and had to take it reeeeaaaaally easy to avoid pushing my body into another flare up. My reynaud’s syndrome seems to have jump-started after a pre-dawn morning when my husband noticed that the knob on our gas stove had been knocked the night before and our stove had leaked gas all night. With below-zero temps outside, we had to open all of the windows and doors and put box fans in the windows to air out the house. The kids and I buried ourselves under a massive electric blanket and stayed surprisingly warm, but once we emerged from our cozy cocoon to close the doors and windows, we had a VERY cold house. Since that morning, it’s been increasingly difficult to keep my hands and feet (and nose, strangely) warm through the day.
So, for the last couple weeks of the year, I didn’t reintroduce anything new into my diet, as the reintroduction of foods on an elimination diet requires that you are feeling well in the first place before you attempt anything. I spent the week of Christmas and New Year’s sipping hot bone broth and cuddling under the aforementioned electric blanket with whomever I could bribe into sitting with me, rotating through my favorite oversized hubby t-shirts, and fiddling in the kitchen with the best grape salad recipe I’ve had so far. The rest of my cooking was mostly easy, low-key meals that I cooked in spurts while chuckling at the little things, like how my husband begrudgingly replaced our massive but defunct television with a much smaller but working television my dad gave us several months ago (“But it looks so far away…”). I napped a lot. On a couple of good days, I let my daughter do my hair. With a lot of careful TLC, my energy crept back ever-so-slowly, and the end of last week saw me feeling more or less like a normal human being. I did yoga with my toddler and even made it out to a wedding. To celebrate, I ate an egg.
Remember how excited I was when egg yolks went over well? This was so much better than that. First was a simple runny-yolked fried egg over a purple sweet potato hash brown and a tangle of roasted vegetables and greens, and it. was. so. GOOD! I gave it a day or two and then for my next ones, I made these deviled eggs (and you should, too) and ended up having to make a second batch because the hungry little people I live with ate them all and didn’t leave any for daddy to try when he came home from work. So far, I’ve been trying to eat the best eggs we can afford, as I’ve heard that the soy content and other unpleasant things in chicken feed can affect how well we autoimmune folks tolerate eggs.
I hadn’t planned to reintroduce anything else this week, but after the umpteenth iteration of “MORE BACON AND GRAPE SALAD, MOMMY!!!” I decided to tweak the grape salad with toasted walnuts and haven’t noticed anything unusual so far.
Next week, I’d like to attempt white rice. I have an idea for a cider battered onion ring using white rice flour (Superbowl Sunday is coming soon, after all) and I’d like to have that written and photographed in time for you guys. I hope it’s a good weekend for you all!
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