It's been two weeks on the GAPS diet and I have to say I'm sick of it. Truly. I had been going strong up until now but in the last few days the gas and bloat came back and so did my frustration. If I could hire myself out to fumigate a house with roaches, I'd at least make some money at this, but hanging out in the good company of friends has been embarrassing to say the least. What do you do: pretend nothing has happened and look at something interesting on the wall? look accusingly at any available toddler in the room (should you be so lucky to have one on hand)? or admit that yes it was you who overpowered the air freshener? Thank goodness for the gentle spring breezes that have returned after a sealed-house winter, but my gas (yes, I'm taking ownership here) is a whole 'nother animal. It's hard to know if this unpleasant symptom is due to new food introductions such as raw veggies, and fruits, or if the offending odor is due to die-off of unwelcome bacteria. I think it's the latter because it's there no matter what I eat.
So back to my house reno analogy: let's say I've just pulled up some old brown carpet that covered the living room floor (this part in real life is a true story). The previous multiple owners dating back to 1893, smoked cigars, groomed cats, spilled haggis and beer, sweated out a hundred sit-ups, crawled and had spit-ups, and think of all the bugs that have died right there under their feet! You disturb a hundred years of crud and it's going to smell, not to mention cause a fit of coughing and sneezing (I had to leave the house and not come back until the next day).
Well I can't 'leave' my body, so I'll have to put up with this part of the process. And guess what we found under those rotten shreds of matted brown pile? log-cabin oak floors with a bird's eye maple center! I'll settle for wide-board pine as long as it's structurally sound and smooth to the feet.
Onward, to the dining room...
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