So I continued to be terrified of food. Nothing sounded good. I ate plain toast and plain baked potatoes. Sometimes, if I was feeling adventurous or my mom was particularly worried, I’d try to choke down a little Gatorade for the electrolytes. That one never ended well.
I ate whatever sounded good, whether it was healthy or not, because I was just so excited that anything sounded appealing. I’m convinced I became addicted to McDonald’s in the early days because of just how often I ate their chicken nuggets. (And someone once found my blog by searching for ulcerative colitis and McDonald’s chicken nuggets, so I am hoping I’m not alone.) I once ate an entire box of Wheat Thins in one sitting, and paid desperately for it later.
If I’m being honest, it was years before I started eating normally again, and I still go into panic mode when I’m sick. Years later, the most gut-wrenching decision I often make is about what to eat after something has just upset my stomach.
Less than a year later, with all the color back in my cheeks, still trying to figure out what is okay to eat. Who knows why this boy stuck by my side through it all, but I'm forever grateful he did.
There are weeks when I live on toast and peanut butter. What are your favorite comfort foods when you’re feeling sick?