Friday, January 7, 2011
My Intestinal Saga, Part 3: Making Connections
My entire school of thought shifted. No longer was I wholly committed to a purely external yoga or massage-manipulated path to healing. I believed I had found the root cause of the pain and tension I was experiencing, and now I only had to figure out how to manage this internal problem. Easier said than done. For several months I experimented with herbs, digestive supplements of all kinds, probiotics -- the whole gamut of intestinal warfare. Nasty herbs for any parasites that might be still hanging out. Enzymes to aid the breaking down of food. Good bacteria to repopulate my sad, miserable gut. All these things, along with continued yoga and the like -- yet, aside from simply eating nothing at all, I experienced little or no improvement. What hadn't I changed? Was there anything else I could do? Or would I have to live with this inconvenient pain the rest of my life?
Finally, the cognitive dissonance had to come to an end. I was underweight. I was fatigued. I had little zest for life. I asked myself a difficult but honest question: Was I unhealthy because I was a low-calorie vegetarian? It was time. I was ready to take a good, hard look at this mostly philosophically-driven food choice -- one that I had always thought could only make me healthier. That's what all the books I was reading at the time were telling me. Everything in my mind up to this point had said "yes" to a vegetarian diet. All these years, however, my body had been crying out a resounding "NO!" Time to eat some meat. And, while I'm at it, why not eat nothing but meat for a while? Oh, how I loved extremes at that time in my life. So on I ventured into the world of zero-carb, "The Bear," and a sudden fondness for the Inuit. More digestive lessons were soon to come.
Part 4 of "My Intestinal Saga" up next.