|Ice tipped tree on my way to Reiki|
Or the link between nutrition and anything, for that matter. As if we weren't all taught the adage, you are what you eat.
Which brings me to my brain.
On Thursday, I accidentally, at a local restaurant, ate some wheat/gluten.
For me, symptoms occur two days later, so I awoke on Saturday feeling like someone had stuffed cotton in my head. I felt sad, deeply sad, and I could not think straight.
I immediately thought, Oh great, here we go...
It was on Sunday that I figured out the gluten thing. So no, here we do not go again. Now I am aware of what is happening and I still feel like crap, but I know within a week, the gluten will make its way out and I will, therefore, begin again to get the nutrition my brain and body needs and will then feel like myself.
This time around, I am trying to focus on seeing how important my commitment to gluten free has been, and I am trying to really notice how this affects the behavior of my brain.
For instance, I never connected this gluten thing to my obsessive thinking...until I realized that my obsessive thinking had just been gone...until Saturday.
Another thing, this time around, that I am feeling amazed about: how the hell did I live for so long like this?
I have come to the conclusion that I am actually one of the most optimistic people on the planet for I spent a lifetime trying to figure out how to help myself and I do not know how I did not succumb to suicidal ideations -- except that I also obviously have the Most Giant Willpower.
So this accident has taught me some good things about myself.
Nutrition and movement. I wish I could open a clinic...
(Note: I am in no way implying that there are not valid reasons to feel depressed. I think in most cases, though, there is no reason to BE depressed. Gluten intolerance leads to malnutrition, and if we are malnourished, there is no way we can overcome the reasons for the depression, grief, anxiety, etc.)