Showing posts with label personal history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal history. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Race Schedule 2019 - Update

A while back I posted my race plans. I just completed the first half marathon planned, and thought an update was in order.

My bibs on the wall of my adjusting room at the office.


Race List

Completed
Jan 1 - Peanut Butter Chip Chase 5k - Finisher with Family spectating
Jan/Feb - Freeze Your Buns 5k Series
Feb - Fudgicle Series
February -Taji 100 Virtual - Finisher
Mar 16 - LebRec Shamrock Shuffle 5k - Finisher
Apr 7 - Nashua Soup Kitchen 10k - Finisher
Apr 20 - Sleep Hollow  Finisher
May 5 -  Pack Monadnock- Finisher 
May 19 - Gate City Half Marathon - Finisher
May 25 R - Wachusett Mtn 10k - Finisher
Jun 8 R - Ascutney Mountain
Jun 9 R - WRT Flat and Fast 5k  My 42nd Birthday!
Jun 13 R - Hollis Fast 5k Path Of Life team
Jan 14 R - Flag Day 5k Amherst
Jun 23 - Capital City Classics 10k
Jun/Jul - Mine Falls Trail Series
Jul 7 R - Loon Mtn - Finisher
Sept 1 R - Greylock - Finisher
Sept 22 R - Granite State 10 Miler
Oct 20 R  - Baystate Half marathon - Finisher
Nov 3 R - Cambridge Half Marathon Unofficial Finisher

Planned (if there is an R next to race name, I've already registered)

Nov 16 R - Wolf Hollow 10 mile Thank you Striders!
Nov 22 R - Great Gobbler Thanksgiving Race
Nov 24 R - Novemberfest (May miss due to cross country race)
Dec 8 ? - Mill Cities Relay (Awaiting team placement with Gate City Striders)

On June 27th I have the opportunity to rappel off a sky scrapper if I can raise at least $1000 for The Youth Council(I'd love to raise more, they are a fantastic organization doing great things). Help make my 42nd birthday EPIC, donate on my fundraising site

Friday, August 31, 2018

Have Skirt, Will Travel - Chicago

A few weeks ago I went on a business trip. When booking my plane tickets I discovered some things had changes in the years since I had last flown. Unless I wanted to pay extra, I could only bring 1 bag that fit under the seat in front of me. I'm not the lightest packer to be honest, so this took some thought. Thankfully it was summer and my skirts don't take up much space.

The trip: 4 days in Chicago, of which 2 would be in a seminar room that might be excessively air conditioned.

The plan: Wear the heaviest clothing on the plane(jeans, long sleeves, and a sweatshirt). Bring only 1 pair of shoes, that needed to be versatile enough for running and walking. Leave laptop at home, relay on phone for all computing needs. Pack snacks and tea, so I have something if there is nothing there I can eat. Take full advantage that my running skirts can double as everyday wear, takes up very little space, and can easily be washed in a hotel room sink.

I may have over packed honestly. Snacks, notepads, purse and 5 outfits. What's missing is my run belt and hydration bottles that I brought as well. 

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Divorce


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I have no intention of going into details about my first marriage, but it is a part of my personal history.


In hindsight, I can see it wouldn’t last, but at the moment, I was young and didn’t see it.

I want to share some advice I give to friends that are going through major break-ups and divorce.

It’s ok to feel hurt, shame, embarrassment, sad, happy, and/or relieved, as well as anything else you may be feeling as you go through a major break-up.

Those feelings are real.

When you get married or are in a serious long-term partnership, you create a new entity.

That entity has plans, hopes, dreams, and memories.

When you divorce, it can feel as if that entity passed away.  All those future plans are no longer to be and there will always be a pain and a sadness related to the memories. It is ok to mourn the loss of what was and what might have been without wanting to be back in that relationship.

Too Good to Leave; Too Bad to Stay*—This book was one of the best I read when I was trying to make a decision about my marriage. For me the line that had me thinking was something along the lines of, “If you could wave a magic wand and the marriage was over without drama or any of the logistics, how would you feel?” I likely got the quote wrong since I don’t own the book anymore and I sent it to a friend who needed it. (She is still married.) That statement goes along with tricks to figure out your true feelings on something, like when making a decision flip a coin and say to yourself, “Heads I leave, Tails I
stay.” Your reaction to the result of that flip is likely pretty close to how you feel.

Please don’t read this thinking I am a fan of divorce—I’m not. I’ve been married 10 years now and while it has its ups and down, if I hadn’t made the hard decision to get divorced the first time, I wouldn’t know the happiness I know today. I would have loved to avoid the pain and shame of my first marriage and divorce, but I don’t have a magic wand to do that, and it’s part of my past and part of what influenced who I am today.

If you’ve been thorough this, please share in the comments what helped you get through it or make the hard decision. Be kind.

Monday, March 19, 2018

My Health Crisis


Disclaimer: Medical information in the article is in regards to my personal history and is not intended to diagnose or prescribe.  Consult a chiropractor or other healthcare provider regarding any opinion or recommendation with respect to your condition or symptoms.  This post contains affiliate links. I make a commission for purchases made through the links in this post. These types of links are indicated by an *.

This quote is from the book Clean Gut*. If you are curious about more details on the gut microbiome, I recommend this book. It has a great explanation that doesn't require a science degree to understand.

In my life I've had two major health "eviction notices". These are stories about them, and the choices I was offered, the choices I made, and how those choices have impacted my life.

2002-2003 - I'm unsure the exact year.

My house was under major construction, the kitchen sink was on the floor of the dining room and the best I had for a kitchen was a toaster oven, a fridge and a plastic bin of drawers. Due to this layout I would generally pick 1 food that was easy to cook and just eat that, over and over again. After a few weeks, that food would make me feel sick, so I'd pick a new food. This went on for several months.
One night at our weekly poker game with friends I cracked a joke, that I seemed to be developing food allergies monthly. A friend who happened to be a PhD Chemist(and several years older) looked at me very seriously, and said go see a doctor, that is not how things should be.

To my own surprise, I listened. At the time I was seeing a doctor at an amazing health center that had medical doctors and alternative medicine practitioners. My primary referred me to their MD that handled allergies, and that doctor handled things differently then I had seen before. He spent 45 minutes asking me about my medical history. He wasn't as much interested in the file in front of him, he wanted to me to tell him about what was going on and what had happened. He was just as interested in my symptoms and any medical treatment in my past(childhood, teen years and such) as he was with my current symptoms. He was digging to discover the root of the problem, what triggered the issues.

At the end of the medical interview, he said he suspected that I was dealing with a candida(yeast) overgrowth in my gut along with leaky gut. His suspicion was that one winter, every single time I got a head cold, I ended up on antibiotics for a sinus infection. Changing my gut flora so dramatically that my body was unable to correct it on it's own. At the same time I was anorexic. My doctor wanted to order two tests, one that my insurance would pay for and one that my insurance would not. I realize that those two diagnosis are well known these days, but this took place nearly 15 years ago.

I opted to pay for the test and did the two tests, one to measure yeast(or I'm guessing a yeast by product) in my urine and one to test for leaky gut. Many silly jokes were made as I prepared my samples and mailed my urine off to a lab for testing.

Then came the results appointment. I still didn't understand much or any of this information at all, no one did. Google gave me information from websites whose validity I seriously questioned.

I remember that day, sitting across the desk from the medical doctor and him asking me over and over again. "Are you sure that you don't throw up after every meal?" The yeast positive test was high, not outlier bad test high, just high. The leaky gut test was positive as well, and also high. The thing was no I didn't throw up, I'm terrified of throwing up(as in I had to come to terms with this before I could consider having children). As for my symptoms, I had constant background nausea, it was so constant I didn't even notice it unless I picked up something heavy. What did happen is 5-8 times a day I'd have horrific diarrhea, the type that makes you shaky and sweaty. I had gotten so used to it, thought it was normal, that I could literally leave my desk, get sick in the bathroom and pull myself together to be back at my desk less than 5 minutes later. I had gotten so good at hiding it, my husband(at the time) didn't even know it was going on.

The medical doctor did the best he could in suggesting care and balancing pharmacological and alternative medicine solutions. I learned a lot about nutrition and how it was impacting my digestive system. Due to the condition of my "kitchen" and several factors in my personal life, made my ability to be compliant seem impossible. If you have ever tried to make major health improvements through major diet modification, you likely know you need support, you need the people you spend the most of your time with to believe that these changes are needed. If they don't believe it, you are not only fighting your cravings but you are also fighting your support. 15 years ago most people had never heard of the gut microbiome and many considered my diagnosis made up or outright false.

While I didn't completely correct the problem and to be honest, would likely need to stick to a very strict diet for YEARS to correct the damage. I did improve my situation. I learned to recognize the symptoms that meant I was pushing things too far. I removed a few key trigger foods from my diet.  I gave up soda to reduce my over all sugar consumption. I questioned any doctor who wanted to prescribe me antibiotics to make sure it was absolutely necessary, because I knew the side effects for me would be worse than the symptoms from sickness.

2004

One morning I woke up with both my ankles swollen to the size of softballs. I had no injury to speak of, they were just swollen. It was painful, but I'm tough so I ignored it and went along with my life. After a few weeks, my knees were starting to hurt and I was beginning to avoid walking. Eventually I broke down and saw my medical doctor.

She ordered blood-work and scheduled a follow up a week later. A week later I was in her office, my ankles were still swollen and she said two words, Rheumatoid Arthritis(RA). She said she had them run the blood work twice and it was negative there but the symptoms were spot on and RA isn't always positive in the blood work. She looked at me very seriously and said "You are young, too young to start RA treatments, I want you to seriously consider trying PT, chiropractic or acupuncture first".  That one request leaves me with guilt, survivor guilt. I'm a chiropractor now, I know what long term treatment of RA looks like and the risks involved with the infusions that let those suffering, suffer a bit less and have a quality of life.

I chose Chiropractic, by random chance a good friend of mine mentioned that a high school classmate of hers, had just opened up a chiropractic office and he adjusted extremities. I didn't understand RA at the time, I worked in information systems, I knew how to fix computer and interact with servers. I did not understand biology. I knew I had an ankle problem and so I needed an ankle solution, right? RA isn't a joint problem, it's an autoimmune disease. My immune system was attacking my joints. I know that now, I've studied many of these topics on my path to becoming a chiropractor, but I didn't know that then.

After my first adjustment, my ankle returned to their normal size. I listened to the chiropractor talk about a different way to look at health. How the body was connected and the nervous system controlled the timing. How the central nervous system is protected inside the spinal column. That chiropractic adjustments, "cleared the noise", they "silenced the room", so that my body to recognize what it should and should not be doing. It made sense, it matched up with much that I had learned during my first crisis. I listened and I followed his care recommendations. I kept going even when the symptoms were gone. After six months all signs of RA were gone. I was even starting to see improvement in my gut issues, something I thought would never happen until I could follow the strict diet.

It wasn't until a few years ago that I really put together what happened to me. Did I have RA? Do I have RA? I'm inclined to say yes as well as, maybe to those questions. There is no test(since the blood work was negative) and it's too late now to see if the early intervention stopped the disease process. I can only imagine where I would be today if that medical doctor had not given me the choices she did. Nor do I know where I would be if the chiropractor only treated back pain and joint injuries. The major health changes didn't happen with that first adjustment, they happened over time and still do.

If anything in this post feels personal, "hits too close to home" or sounds familiar, please contact a trusted healthcare provider and don't be afraid to ask questions.

I know my friends silently question, that I get checked and adjusted by a chiropractor weekly even though I have no pain.  That I see an acupuncturist regularly, and I do not budge on my diet restrictions. For me the consequences are too big. It's not a tummy ache or unpleasant trips to the bathroom. It's chronic headaches, it's fevers, it's whole body exhaustion and body aches. It's loss of time with my husband and children.  It's closing my office for the day, being unable to help my patients experience life to its fullest. This strict diet allows my body to focus on healing and function and the chiropractic care helps the coordination of all those functions.  If I want to be healthy, I have no cheat day.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Why I run?

When I'm asked why I run, I often start with answering the unasked question, why did I start running? Because why I run today, is a very different answer as to why I started to run.
OK, I may need to work on my jump shot.

Science may have proven that exercise is good for mental health, I now understand that answer on a personal level. I'm a happier and calmer person when I run regularly. There have been evenings my husband has shooed me out the door to go running just because I was too cranky or frazzled.

Running for me is a challenge. I was never a distance runner. When I played sports I was goalie. No one cared how slow the goalie ran a mile. The sense of accomplishment when I finish a race, especially when I set a personal record, or a personal best time, is immense.

I run to be a good example to my children. Children learn from watching, and "do as I say not as I do", never works. If I want my children to have good exercise habits in life I need to demonstrate good exercises habits for them to copy. Just like eating vegetables, they are always on our table at dinnertime, and we all seem to fight over the last stalk of broccoli. My children see me sticking to my training plan even when I'd rather stay inside to drink tea. They were there when I came in last(19th place) at the small 10k. They saw everyone cheer me on, and how I handled being last. What better way to teach them about losing, then for them to see me lose.

"Mom remember that time when you came in last?"


Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Walking through fear


In 2006 I traveled to Arizona alone to visit family. This was written back then. 


On Saturday I conquered my first fear of my vacation. I was a bit worried that I would fly out to Arizona and then sit around waiting for someone to plan something or someone to do activities with. For about an hour I puttered on that line, before deciding I’d just go for a drive. To know my area, I’d drive out to the place I wanted to go on the trail ride. A few minutes later on mapquest, I discovered how close I was to the ranch, the plan was set, and off I went.

As I headed off in my boat of a rental car over the dry river, a level of calm came over me. I was out on an adventure, driving to who knows where all by myself. A few turns later I discovered I was in Saguaro National Park. I pulled over at a picnic area to change from my tevas to boots. It was rattlesnake season after all. While there I bumped into a pair of rangers, the younger of the two walked me to his truck, gave me a map and suggestions on where to walk. I had no idea I could pull over anywhere, just get out and walk. 

I drove back to the edge of the park where I entered, pulled over and started walking. Once I was away from the road, the fear hit me. The rational logical voice started in saying “Johanna, you are a 5’3” female, you are in a strange area, you can handle city, but no one will hear you scream out here” I paused, listened, and kept walking. The voice continued, and I pondered it moving slower, wondering should I turn around now, if something happened it would be days before the connection was made as to who disappeared. I kept going having decided I would not miss out on this opportunity just because of a fear of a minute chance that I’d get killed in the middle of no where. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I was scared, and the next 20 feet I could feel every hair on my body, would life call me on my decision, was danger right around the next rock face. The ground turned to sandy gravel, not a terrain I could run quickly in and then it passed. I had accepted my risks and preferred the rewards. The weight of the fear removed, I walked on.

Eventually I found a patch of shade, sat down, took out a journal and wrote. I listened to the birds, the movement of bugs and small animals I could not see. I watched the surroundings. I breathed. I was for a moment without fear.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Are you planning to Run Boston?

Edit: Yes I am.  I'll be running Boston April 20, 2020!!!   

Thank you Gate City Striders!


I live in New England and if you mention a marathon, everyone assumes you’re going to “Run Boston”. The race is iconic in the region, and over shadows every other regional marathon.  It’s pop culture in these parts. I remember watching highlights of the race as far back as I can remember.

Anytime I tell someone I’m a runner, the question of am I going to run Boston always comes up.

The short answer, not very likely.

There are two ways to run in the Boston Marathon. Complete a marathon in what is referred to as a “qualifying time” (minus 5 mins), or apply for a charity bib.

Completing a qualifying time would likely require years of training for me. Running coaches and even more time away from my family. A charity bib requires a year(or less) of fundraising that would take on the appearance of a second job, or a financial situation that makes writing a $5,000 check seem like nothing.

Boston has such a history, and is in many ways the goal of so many runners. I have a hard time believing that running the race can live up to anticipation and expectation. I have heard many runners say in September or December, the last time they ran was Boston. I joked if the roads of the race were made of rainbows, and the water stops served chilled unicorn juice, maybe just maybe the race could live up to my internal expectations.

All that doesn’t even take in account the winter training. Which I admit I am learning to love.

There is ONE reason I would push to run Boston. If my best friend asked me to run it for her. She was there in 2013. She was hurt in the explosions, but she stayed calm and helped others that day. If she asked me to run for her, I’d figure out how to make it happen.


Just to put this in perspective, a qualifying time for my age (40) is 3 hours and 45 mins, but if I want to guarantee I get a bib, I need 3 hours and 40 mins or better.  That means I average for the qualifying race around 8 mins and 20 second per mile. If I wait until 2022, I get 10 more minutes added to my qualifying time. My last reasonable long run had an average pace of 13 minutes and 07 seconds(I don't count the 13:34 but the sidewalks were snowy ice and I was trying to levitate).

It is possible that someday for fun, I’ll go run the Boston Marathon route with a friend or two. But not this year.

All that said, my best running friend is running Boston and fundraising for Impact Melanoma, please consider donating on her page to help her and the charity out. 

Friday, February 2, 2018

Marathon Dreams

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My plan is to run the Gate City Marathon on May 20, 2018, just weeks before my 41st birthday. Since I celebrated my 40th birthday by running a half marathon, it’s time to finish 40 strong and run a full marathon. Truthfully running a marathon doesn’t scare me at all. My first son was 42 hours of labor & delivery without an epidural. With that under my belt, I feel like I had trained to run a 5k and after running 6 miles, I realized I was running a marathon I was not prepared for. I’m stubborn, and my support team was amazing, so finish that marathon I did.

I learned a great deal about running and about myself during my training for the half marathon and I’m going to take those lessons into my training of my full marathon.

My first half marathon was The Westfield Half in Westfield, MA on June 24, 2017, my goal was to finish with the hopes of a time under 3 hours. I finished in 3 hours and 19 minutes, my official time was 3 hours and 24 minutes, but I don’t count 5 of those minutes, since I had stopped to help a sick runner.

What went wrong? Many things, most of those things were out of my control but some were under my control. Let’s discuss what I could fix for the next time (a pretty way to say, lets discuss where I made mistakes).

  1. I picked a summer time half marathon. I knew there was a risk of it being hot, I was not prepared to run 13.1 miles in near 90 degree weather with high humidity and don’t forget to add in, around the halfway mark we can add full sun as well.
  2. I never solved the during the race nutrition problem, eat the wrong thing and ruin my stomach while running, or eat nothing and power through it. I found I ran empty just fine, but there is a difference in running empty when you wake up and start running within 45 mins, and race conditions. I was awake for 5 hours before I started running the race, I was beyond empty with no idea how to correct it. I ran 13.1 miles on 1 cup of coffee with matcha mixed in, 2 tsps of sugar, 3 stale almonds, a piece of candied ginger and 6 oz of tailwind*. I drank some water at the water stops, but mostly I just poured it on my head to cool down. I was running a half marathon, not away from Zombies, I could have done better.
  3. When baseball games (my sons playing), and training conflicted, I chose my sons. This was not a mistake, but it meant several of the longer runs near the end of training were 2-3 miles shorter than they should have been. I also ended up missing mid-week runs because of timing. But I saw my sons play ball.
    Black cat named Bomber
  4. My cat died. Bomber, my cat of 16 years died of something that could have been prevented, but when the problem started I was too poor in graduate school to do anything. Once we could afford to care for him, it was too late, he wasn’t healthy enough for an operation. To complicate the guilt, this was the cat that bonded with our older son. My son was devastated that he lost his cat. My own grief had to take a back seat to care for him.
  5. I ingested dairy. Diary is my dangerous food allergy. I carry an epi-pen for dairy and I am extremely careful to avoid it. I made a stupid mistake. I was at the end of the year party for my younger son’s t-ball team and there was a box of popsicles, they were bright colors, so I assumed they were safe. Who puts diary in fruit flavor popsicles? I grabbed a pink one, took one lick, and realized something was very wrong. I checked the box and sure enough popsicles with diary. I gave the Popsicle to my son to finish and chugged a liter of water, texted my husband who was at a different field with our older son’s end of the season party and hoped for the best. If I recall I wasn’t carrying an epi-pen that day and I was terrified I’d have to ask a parent I barely knew to call an ambulance. I didn’t want to embarrass my son (priorities right?). While my tongue felt too big for my mouth and my chest got congested, I was able to get home without anyone knowing what I had done. I took some Benadryl and waited to make sure there was not going to be any secondary reactions. The result of all that was I had hives for 3 weeks, and overall just felt off, my joints hurt, I was tired. This was 2 weeks before the race.
  6. My plans to travel out to the area the night before changed at last minute and in tragic ways. Instead of the whole family driving out, we decided that just my husband and I would go and stay with a friend. We had my night before meal planned for, and when I would go to bed. The change in who was travelling, delayed us leaving NH, as we needed to pack the boys to stay with their Grandparents, but before dark we were finally on the road. About 45 minutes into the drive the “Check Engine” light appeared. Considering the last few weeks, we decided to pull over and have the code run. Those lights can be a nothing or they can be bad. If it was a nothing, we’d keep going, otherwise we’d turn around. The answer was inconclusive. If it was our transmission, we might just need more fluid, or the transmission could be eating itself. Ever acknowledging Murphy’s law, we headed back to my in laws. At this point I gave up. I wasn’t going to be running my first half marathon. My husband and several close friends thankfully did not agree with me. My friends and my in laws convinced me to head home. My husband would drive me to the race in the morning. When it was all done, I ate dinner at 8:30pm that night and took forever to fall asleep. I was up at 4am to drive to the race.
  7. No race pictures. Westfield Half had finisher photos, but mine were never posted. My husband took a few before the race shots and I took some selfies along the way, but I was so toast when I crossed the finish line I fell exhausted into his arms, and he trusted that the finishing photos would be available. Note, they were not.
  8. Post-race, 1.5 hours ride home in the car. With no other people to hang out with after the race and most of the race support closed up when I finished, we headed home. Running was hard, but unfolding myself out of a sedan after 90 minutes on the road, was harder.

With all that in mind, if I wanted to have a successful full marathon, I needed to learn from my mistakes. This is what I am doing to improve my chances of success.

  1. Gate City Marathon is nearby in Nashua, NH the weekend before Memorial Day. While this date has been on the hotter side recently, it is unlikely it will be oppressively hot. The race also starts at 7am, before the sun has had time to heat things up. Even on a hot day, I should be able to get two loops done before the heat starts. I know from previous years, the race support can handle hot days.
  2. Since the half marathon, I started a new running log. I am writing down what I ate, when I ate it in relation to running and did it upset my tummy. I am trying out various nutrition products to find one I like. The truth is the problem on that race was electrolytes. I couldn’t drink enough tailwind to correct it because I didn’t want to drink anything. I’ve picked up a few electrolyte pills so I can take those on the next long hot run and correct the electrolyte problem faster. I’ve just about figured out a pre-race food that I can eat without feeling sick and while I can’t stand the texture, I know that Gu Gels* don’t upset my tummy. I also like sucking on Clif Bloks*.
  3. As our youth baseball season rolls around again, I am going to work harder at time management for my long run so that I don’t miss a mile. My sons will still come first, while it’s good for them to see Mom training and working toward a goal, I personally feel it is more important for them to know Mom is their biggest cheerleader. This time the boys will be on the same team and my life will be a ton easier.
  4. DEAD CAT Ok. There is nothing I can do about this one. There is nothing I can do to predict when my other old cranky cat will pass. He had a full physical and blood work a year ago and sadly he has hyperthyroidism and early renal disease. He’s under treatment, but we have no idea how long he will be with our family.
  5. Making the dairy mistake reminded me how vigilant I need to be about food. I doubt I’ll make this mistake again, likely I won’t eat food made anywhere but my kitchen in the 3 weeks before the race. Just to be extra careful. This is my advanced apology to my husband, who does all the cooking. I love you honey, thank you for cooking, and thank you for editing this blog. SMOOCHES.
  6. This is the main reason I choose Gate City Marathon. It’s my hometown. I don’t need to make accommodations, I don’t need to worry about travel time, and I can even pick up my race packet the night before. If I need to I can WALK to the race. I know I’ll have people to cheer me on.
  7. I want photos and I’ve told friends, that I want photos. I know and trust that my friends will make sure there are not only finishing photos but photos along the way. Because photos.
  8. Just like #6, this race is close, the ride home in the worst conditions (Christmas traffic after a snow storm) would take at most 30 minutes and if that happened, I could just get out and walk alongside the car.
I’m sure this marathon will teach me new lessons, but that is life. Each race teaches us lessons. Hopefully my half marathon lessons will help others.


Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Navigating Food allergies as an Adult

We all hear scary stories in the news about children with food allergies, but what is it like to navigate food allergies as an adult?

I have 2 dangerous food allergies. I’ve been sensitive to dairy since my late teens, and some time in my early 20’s the allergy worsened to a severity that requires I carry an epi-pen. The other allergy cropped up when I was pregnant with my second son and I busted out with hives from filberts or hazelnuts. Avoiding these two foods, and honestly most nuts, is relatively easy. My other food sensitives make most processed food a no-go due to labeled ingredients. With hazelnuts, I have to ask the question “Have you ever made hazelnut coffee?” to figure out if someone’s well-meaning offer of a cup of coffee could turn into a few weeks of hives.

The last two times I was “tagged” (as I call it) with dairy, I can admit that I made mistakes, or that I was less than vigilant as I normally am. 

Long run selfie, before all this happened. 
This past Sunday night was different. I was relaxing, happily in the state of “eat all the things” since I ran a long 7 mile run that morning, when I realized one of my safe happy comfort foods, potato chips, tasted distinctly like a sour cream and onion chip.

The whole situation is comical now, I paused and my husband looked at me funny. As I grabbed a tissue, spit out the food, and went to start rinsing out my mouth, brushed my teeth, and drink a ton of water. In an attempt to remove any lingering trace of the dangerous allergen.  I took a rare for me, benedryl, contacted a paramedic friend who has to deal with their own serious allergies. Then came the hard part, as I had to try to not panic, and pay attention to all my symptoms.  To make sure that I made the right judgement calls. I didn’t want to over react, and use my epi-pen, or drive to the ER and bog down the nurses from patients with real emergencies, but I also didn’t want to minimize my own health crisis and put my life in danger.

In the end, I was ok. I’ll most likely develop some hives and I’ll have general muscle/joint aches for a week or two, I’ll need to be extra careful with food.

Have you ever opened a box of crackers or cookies and discovered a surprise something else. Maybe it was the bonus onion ring in your fries?

Potato chips are one of my comfort junk food. The bag is clearly labeled with the ingredients and no warnings about trace amounts of other foods, or shared equipment.  I will say that this time, I accept zero fault in this mistake. It could have only been avoid by not eating potato chips or by inspecting each and every chip before putting it in my mouth.  

I share this because mistakes happen, the people working at the factory didn’t cross contaminate the line thinking “I’m going to try and kill that runner in south Nashua”. The store that stocked the bags, didn’t sell it to us which any malicious intent to harm me. Mistakes happen.

No more chips for me.
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Which is why, if you offer me food, I may ask very detailed questions about it, or to see ingredient lists. I may say “sounds good” and then look at the food and change my mind. Truth is a day before I thought there was something off about the potato chips, but I ignored it because I didn’t want to admit that maybe I was going to be adding potato to my food sensitives. Please do not take offence if I bring my own food to your cook out, or pass on your cooking. I know my friends are not trying to cause harm to me, but being polite and having a little could cause me weeks of discomfort while I recover because one time last week someone stirred the milk into their coffee, and then put the wet spoon into the sugar bowl.

Do you struggle with food allergies? Share your stories or maybe some of your survival tips.