Despite my poor sleep schedule this last week (with a “normal” bed time of 5 a.m.) and feeling sleepy around 10:30 p.m. in my 4 p.m. to midnight shift, by the time I got home, I was moderately awake and active. I hadn’t really eaten, so I rummaged around and found the last piece of kielbasa in my freezer (which I shouldn’t be having) and the last gluten-free doughnut (gluten-, wheat-, dairy- AND soy-free, to be exact). Most people would find that a strange combination; I find it to be another gift from the universe. It was delicious to me.
Oh, food. There’s so many rules to it, so many odd wants and diets and combinations. Everyone has their advice, solicited or not. PCOS changed a lot for me in the form of throwing my sugar out of whack and giving me a reason why I get shaky if I don’t eat properly (hypoglycemia is a bitch). I’ve been doing a lot better lately, but apparently not good enough some days: Last weekend I went shopping for pants by myself around 5:30 p.m. after having a few handfuls of grapes that day, and wound up sweaty, shaky and alone in an Old Navy dressing room. Like a dumbass, I told myself to soldier on and just get through what I had to try on, but a few minutes later I gave everything back to the attendant and ran (wobbled) to the food court for some juice (sugar) and chicken. Really, really embarrassing, and it would have been far worse if I’d actually blacked out in an Old Navy because I’m too stubborn to walk away when I think I might have found some jeans that fit.
But I’ve been mindful, though slacking lately, about what I eat. Last spring, I started Metformin (a glucose medication — pill, no blood testing) to try and keep things stable. I thought my Amazing PCOS Doc would want to do the glucose test again, since I’ve been taking the Metformin for a year and that can help manage the hormones better and as such improve ovulation, but he didn’t think it was necessary. He did an ovarian reserve blood test in February and, as it turns out, everything came back “extremely normal”, so there’s at least that!
I had been trying stick to a diet I found, in the appropriately named “Cooking for the Endometriosis Diet.” What a killer this one is: gluten-free, soy-free, dairy-free, no red meat, no caffeine, no sugar. I’ve heard that a gluten-free diet can help with symptoms of endo, and soy is a phytoestrogen, so that had to go … but wow. The hardest thing is dealing with myself, just because it can be easy to avoid the big things and knowingly eat better, be concious of everything, try different foods and combinations and save money by not going out as much, but first you have to get through the cravings. And I love my friends a lot, but I only have one friend who has stuck up for me and my diet changes while several of them encourage me to break it. And I have broken it, because I was disappointed in the results (I lost a little weight but not so much the symptoms) and I was out on a day trip. Well, we all know how easy it is to stick to something after you’ve broken the cycle, right? Ugh. Added eggs back to my diet (down to two in the fridge and won’t buy more after they’re gone), and that kielbasa? Definitely not a part of the plan. I’m going to give it another chance and really stick to it, but I’m not sure how long I’m supposed to wait to find out if it’s helping or not.
While the diet may be ultra-strict, it’s worth trying. I’m desperate.
Any input from the internets?