I think I finally understand the difference between being tired and being exhausted. When I was younger I thought that I was tired all the time. That being tired was the reason it was nearly impossible to get out of bed in the morning, and why I would have to lay down on the bathroom floor while the shower warmed up because my head would swim and my vision would go fuzzy. But that was exhaustion. That was because I wasn’t eating right. Eliminating fructose was really helpful for that. Now I have so much more energy and can annoy my cat right away in the morning with my good mood while she screams at me for food. Continue reading
I don’t find it coincidental that in the three years since I’ve given up fructose I haven’t gotten a single cold or the flu. But my winning streak ended last weekend when I was hit with the mother of all colds. Even my husband (who eats very little fructose and rarely gets sick as well) got the bug. It was the kind of illness where you wake up in the morning and just start crying. It hurt to move, it hurt to blink, it hurt to watch TV. I had every symptom one can have when in the midst of a cold and then some. I couldn’t tell if I had the flu or a very flu-like cold. Either way, it was bad. Continue reading
If you’ve been following along with my posts, you’ll know that even after being on an extreme fructose malabsorption diet with about 15 foods I could eat, I’ve still been having a lot of problems.
I absolutely adore holiday season. The rest of the year, I’m a cynical pessimist, but I can’t help falling prey to the cheery commercialism and succumbing to that warm fuzzy feeling you get when entering a mall starting at the beginning of November.
But this year a dark cloud has been hovering over my contentment, and thy name is Fructose Malabsorption. Continue reading
Lately I’ve been feeling not as great as I should, even despite resorting back to the cleanse phase of the elimination diet for months. I’ve been bloated almost constantly, still experiencing night sweats and…other stuff.
I was getting sick of going to doctors who not only didn’t know anything about FM, but didn’t seem to think my problems were that big of a deal. I usually felt like I was being brushed off.
I’d had enough. After relaying my most recent doctor visit to a friend who has celiac disease, she suggested I go see her doctor down at the Mayo Clinic. I felt like kind of an idiot. There I was, two hours away from one of the best places in the world to receive medical care and I hadn’t even though of going.
So last Monday, I went. First of all, that place is ridiculous. The Mayo Clinic basically is its own small city. And even though I had been fasting per their request, I was really happy to be there.
I met with my doctor and he started asking me a bunch of questions (one of the first was if I chewed sugarless gum. Har.). Already I could tell just by the questions he was asking that he wanted to get to the bottom of my problems. He looked over my paperwork and after glancing at my fructose hydrogen breath test said “well, you definitely have Fructose Malabsorption.” He said there was nothing he could do about that, but I’ve pretty much accepted my fate at this point.
He told me he thought we could get me to feeling better, but it could be a long trial-and-error process. It was music to my ears! I was just so happy to hear someone say with confidence that he could help me feel better.
The first thing he’s having me try is an antispasmodic. I’m supposed to give it a month, but so far even though things have been different, they haven’t been necessarily better. Plus it gives you really bad dry mouth.
It stinks that my problems didn’t just go away, but knowing there’s a doctor out there who gives a rat’s ass at least gives me some hope.
Come join me on Facebook! I’m always doing research and finding new information about Fructose Malabsorption, which isn’t always easily shared through a blog. This will be a great way to update each other and share what we learn!
The answer is…apps!!! Duh. Getting a handle on your Fructose Malabsorption (FM) is a challenge, and personally I need all the help I can get. So I downloaded a bunch of apps on my iPhone to see which ones might make life easier for an FMer, and here are my picks! (I found Android versions of all except the Kitchen Dial.) Continue reading
When I was little I LOVED the show “Animaniacs.” Actually, I still do. I came across this song about sugar, which now has a completely different meaning to me as an adult. (I think the candy bar machine was a foretelling of FM.)