Come Thanksgiving or Christmas every year (especially after I visit my parents) I have an insatiable urge to do a cleanse. I think you all know what I mean―food baby comas, headaches, stomach aches, the -itis. I love visiting my parents, but they love meat and carbs, and by my third or fourth day of any trip, I’m craving an all-you-can-eat salad bar. Add the extra Christmas cookies, candies, cake on my birthday (Dec. 23), and the junky road food that comes with our new 12.5 hour trip back home, and by New Year’s Eve, I’m icky, bloated, and my self-esteem is pretty low.
I’ve been sick.
At this point, I think it’s IBS. Back track to college. I was my heaviest―nearly 270 lbs. I had skin rashes and went to the dermatologist and a walk-in clinic several times for cellulitus. I got several painful cysts. College is also some of the last times I can remember getting strep throat (I’m a strep carrier). I got sinus infections all the time―once to the point of going to the E.R. because I could barely breathe and started gagging up mucus. The worst of all these problems, however, were the gastrointestinal ones. I would get bloated, constipated for days, and often experience diarrhea. I had several instances where I barely made it to a bathroom, and even one where I did not. Continue reading