First off, I'd like to wish all of you lovely people a very merry Christmas. To keep a long update short, after my meeting with the doctor at Brigham and Women's, I have decided to abandon MRT altogether. Slowly but surely I've been reintroducing foods back into my diet- foods that I haven't had since I don't even know when. It's been great. I knew that restricting myself as much as I had was beginning to drive me batshit mental, but until now, I guess I hadn't really understood the extent to which it was turning everything upside down. There is such a sense of relief that comes with opening the refrigerator door or the kitchen cabinets and being able to say, "I can eat any of this." My wonderful boyfriend went with me the day of my appointment. After the appointment we went out to Papa Razzi on Newbury Street in Boston. We toasted to "no limitations." My newfound sense of freedom gave me just the right amount of fuck-it attitude so that I was able to enjoy some wine, delicious, real focaccia bread, a caesar salad WITH croutons, gluten free pasta (I couldn't go ALLLLLL out) in a tomato cream sauce with sausage, caramelized onions, and mushrooms, and to finish- some vanilla bean and cappuccino gelato..........with a macaroon that sent me right to Heaven, quite literally. And guess what, I'm alive to tell the tale. In fact, I was alive to tell the tale the day after, and the day after that, and the day after that.
I have decided however, that post-holidays, I will continue on my gluten free path and avoid refined sugars, as I still believe so strongly that none of that shit is any good for anyone. But as we know, it's not quite post-holidays just yet. Last night, Christmas Eve, was another joyous evening in which I indulged just a bit. I had a real meatball sandwich- on a real Italian roll. I also had some gluten free eggplant parmesan that my mother made and it was obviously to die for. I had one ravioli, and some gluten free chicken piccata. I had some homemade gluten free biscotti, which was also unbelievable. This morning I may have indulged just a lot, but I'm fine and I'm grinning from ear to ear. My family members agree- one of the best Christmas gifts this year is the gift of watching Meaghan eat...as sad as that sounds. So much of my feeling unwell had a lot to do with the stress and anxiety that came with my restrictive diet. I'm still working on getting the restrictive "self-talk" out of my head and doing away with the worries I get before I eat. I know that the energy healing sessions will be a huge help where these pieces of my sensitive puzzle are concerned. I'm really looking forward to starting that after the New Year.
As you can see, I got feetie pajamas last night- so all in all, everything in the past week has been a tremendous success. I hope that all of my followers, sensitive or not, are finding peace and happiness in the company of their loved ones today. In my Italian home, food is what brings us all together- it is a symbol of love. Nourish yourselves with love today- however that may be. Merry Christmas, all! :)