Tuesday was back to school night at my school. This is basically a regular day of teaching topped off by two hours, starting at 7:30 pm of talking with parents about what it is you actually do for, or to, their children. I think it’s really all about getting a look at the teacher who is reportedly torturing your child.
Whatever it is, I didn’t get home until nine o’clock that night. I was too wound up to sleep and then didn’t sleep well. I was up before six the next morning and in the classroom staring glassily at the little children blinking vapidly back at me.
The day just really slid into an exhausted triumph of the spirit to finish in some sort of coherent manner. When I got home I sat down for a minute and promptly feel asleep for twenty minutes. When I woke up, I decided to go out for a run, which led to the decision to not cook, which led to the decision to get a take out dinner of Chicken Kitchen, which led to this post…
I even had it in my mind that the last time I did this I didn’t feel great afterward, but I dismissed this thought because I just couldn’t decide what else sounded good and I was way to0 tired by that point to care.
For those of you who do not have the privilege of having a Chicken Kitchen nearby, it’s one of those places that cooks the chicken on the grill and has rice and beans and side dishes. I get the vegetarian version, so it’s yellow rice, black beans, tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, and sour cream. (I’m queasy typing this.)
In hindsight, I wonder what makes the rice yellow. Certainly not saffron considering the price of the dish is five bucks! And I really don’t know what’s in the beans and if it’s really sour cream or some engineered sour cream product. So really. God knows what I really ate last night, but my body knows it wasn’t all good.
Boy do I feel like crap! I feel completely hung over as if I were out partying and drinking last night. Too bad I feel this way without the fun memories attached. This is a typical histamine reaction for me now. I no longer have an invisible itch or break out into hives (maybe sometimes), but if I’ve indulged in something I shouldn’t have I feel hungover. This will last until well into the morning. Maybe about noon I’ll start to feel better. I even have a dull headache, but instead of Advil I’ll reach for a ginger capsule because I know this is a histamine issue and the ginger will help.
One of my readers commented the other day that Reishi Mushroom is supposed to be a great anti-histamine but it makes her break out in hives. She wanted to know what to do. I told her to not take it anymore. If it makes you react don’t use it. So then why do I never take my own advice?! That little voice in my head that told me “hey, Chicken Kitchen makes you sick” was ignored by the louder voice that said “go ahead, you’re tired, what’s the big deal?”
Well now we know what the big deal is. Food can make you feel great and be curative, or it can make you feel awful and lead to inflammation.
I’ve written many a post about my backsliding eating habits. I wonder what it will take for me to make better decisions every time I’m tired and lazy. Maybe it’s just human nature, or at least my nature, to be undisciplined. although when I was at my worst with the intolerance I was completely disciplined in my eating. Maybe back then I felt the price was higher because the itching was so debilitating. But today I feel pretty debilitated!
I’m going to turn over a new leaf. I pledge to never do this to myself again…until I do it to myself again…but I can guarantee that Chicken Kitchen is on the off list for sure!
Have you fallen off the histamine wagon lately? What was your poison? Share your stories in the comments section.