My name is Michelle.
I love all of the lovely things in life. And the lovely things in life love me too, I suppose. Or one would assume, since I’ve been fortunate to experience many lovely things.
However, life wasn’t always so lovely.
When I look back at my teenage years, I could use the word “angst”, just as easily as an Stephen Chobsky, or a Haulden Caulfeild could to describe myself. Yeah. I was one of those. Just not quite complete, but nowhere near broken.
Despite this run of the mill, teenage, wishy-washy sort of mindset, there were always constants in my life. One of which being my love of animals... mainly dogs. Another being my love of writing, and public speaking. And one that is undeniably obvious to anyone around me (and even to you for finding this blog), my love of food.
At age 16, I grew a love for fitness, which stays with me still.
This particular day that I’m going to begin describing my journey was October 27th. Almost my dad’s birthday. Almost halloween. And a day that changed my life. I was running on the treadmill, when all of a sudden I nearly fainted. Though I had fainted before due to heat exhaustion or my hypoglycemia, this was far different. This felt like sort of a vertigo, mixed with intense heart palpitations and panic. I wrote it off as not having enough to eat before I ran.
No matter how badly I wanted to believe these symptoms were nothing, I couldn’t deny how frequent and sever they were becoming.
First the fainting and the heart palpitations took over my life.
Then the hair and weight loss made people stare.
Then everyone started to worry... except for my doctors.
“It’s nothing. You just drink too many energy drinks.”
Though I tried to convince them a Monster, or a Rockstar has never come close to my mouth, they wrote me off.
I went on like this for almost a year. Fainting in school parking lots, fainting at work, losing chunks of hair, the list goes on. Until I got the diagnosis of Hashimoto’s disease. Hashimotos is an autoimmune disease of the thyroid most common in older women. In lamest terms, your immune system thinks your thyroid somewhat of a disease or cancer, and fights it. Which is bad... very bad.
Hashimoto’s disease changed me regardless of the fact that it was somewhat easily stabilized. After graduating high school, strange symptoms began to pop up again. Eating anything caused intense pain, the hair loss and weight issues returned, and my body required 18 hours of sleep a day. I was stumped.
Since my first two years of college were spent as a Dietetics major, I heard about gluten intolerance’s and it made me wonder... and what duh ya know? After I cut out gluten, the symptoms subsided, as well as many thyroid issues.
Food is still a big part of my life. Actually, it pretty much is my life. Regardless of the fact that my major is no longer dietetics, I still live for food.
I’m here to share my story with you, as well as:
-my persian cat, Fonzie (who usually does all of the work while I prance about chasing my favorite jingly toy)
-my Albanian, chef boyfriend and his Borat-esque antics
-my experiences as a full-time college student
-my life and all of the lovely things that make it lovely... because really, it is lovely. Yours is too if you look for the lovely.. I’m sure it’s there.
So lend me your ears, eye’s, and gluten intolerant tummies (or not... that’s cool too).
Beat the wheat!