Sometimes God works in mysterious ways. Over the weekend, my parents delivered an entire week (or more) worth of food; prepared, cooked, and ready to heat and eat.
Here is a photo of our feast, which includes chicken, meatloaf, vegetable soup, lasagna, breadsticks, beef noodle casserole, beans, organic salad, and more. YUM! Needless to say, I have been eating a lot more than usual this week, trying to replenish some of the nutrients that my usual poor eating eating habits have robbed me of.
As I have mentioned before, I often follow an anti-inflammatory meat, dairy, and gluten free diet. However, this week I will be treating myself to what whatever I want to eat. Honestly, I haven’t been sticking to my diet in quite a while. I think it’s OK to stray from the diet sometimes and if someone else is preparing a meal or we are eating out at a restaurant, I typically indulge on whatever I like.
I think my parents worry about Billy and I not eating enough, which is a reasonable worry considering the fact that I’ve lost 35 pounds since my chronic pain became constant.
They also know that both Billy and I battle with such severe pain and fatigue that, during an acute flare-up, simple tasks like cooking can quickly become impossible. Continue reading