I just got back from a group meeting with Dr. Gutman and Betsy and a bunch of other lovely people who share one thing in common. They’re eating a whole lot of vegetation. I said it last time, I’ll say it again, it’s really really nice to sit in a room with people who are experiencing what you are going through and can not only commiserate (not all that much misery, all things told), but offer solutions and excitement over discoveries and new dishes, new products to try. There’s a deep love of food in that room. I don’t use the word food lightly.
As a general rule, I subscribe to the adage proposed in the film “In the Defense of Food.” If you haven’t seen the film, you should, it’s excellent. His adage is, “Eat food, not too much, mostly plants.” The filmmaker breaks down the adage by explaining each phrase: “Eat food,” as in real food. Processed food doesn’t even warrant the dignity of falling under that category. That’s a food-like item. So eat real food made with real ingredients. “Not too much,” because Americans have a serious problem with overeating. This really isn’t a problem when you’re eating a WFPB diet, because the fiber just fills you up, but portion control is a very real issue for most of our grand country. “Mostly plants,” is the hard part for Americans. Obviously I’m eating more than “mostly” for the forseeable future, but when someone asks me what I think they should eat, that’s what I tell them. I’m not taking it upon myself to get everyone to go totally WFPB. Just WF.
Back to what I was saying.
Maybe it’s because we were all sort of hungry, as it was happening right before supper, but I think it’s because the longer we all eat this way, the more we get excited about our food. I’m not missing steaks. I’m simply looking forward to my Poke Bowls, and fancy shmancy Ramen soups, and fully loaded Tacos. Seriously, my stomachs rumbling just thinking about it. I’m not eating breakfast, not really missing it either, except that it forced me to sit and relax a little in the morning. Good news is I’m more productive in the AM now.
So let’s talk about the actual title of this blog post. My eczema. How good is it, really? Well, let’s put it this way. It’s been a very very long time since I’ve been this comfortable in my own skin. And I don’t mean emotionally comfortable – I ended that battle years ago when I decided I needed to live my life without worrying about how people would think of me when they saw my inflamed, scabby, sometimes bloody skin. On a day to day basis, even when my eczema was relatively good, I’d constantly be shifting, scratching, rubbing. The skin, when it’s irritated like that is very sensitive to everything. So little things like a shirt not fitting quite right, or a scratchy tag, or heck, wind! All these things get amplified. But lately, it’s not occupying my mind. I can just – be.
It might not be an exaggeration to say that my skin is the best now that it’s been since I was a worry free 12 year old on summer vacation. I’m not totally clear, and I’ve looked better, but I haven’t felt quite this good in seemingly forever.
But that’s not the crazy part. My eczema is improving all while working longer hours (I recently started working 10 hours per day at my business) and I’m under the most stress in that regard than ever before in my life, it’s summer so I’m sweating relatively often, I’m losing weight (almost down 20 lb.!), and I’m not getting enough sleep. These are all things that reliably make my eczema worse! So I have a less than optimum situation, and yet my eczema is still improving, drastically. The only variable that has changed for the positive is my diet.
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