Every time I hear the word ‘sensitive’ I think of a high school friend that was getting frustrated with a couple of us teasing her about something. Someone told her “don’t be so sensitive we’re just kidding.” She yelled back at us, teeth gritting: “I’m not sensitive”. While that did stop us from teasing her–about what I don’t remember–we all had a laugh at the ironic delivery of her declaration.
I have a few self-diagnosed food sensitivities. No real allergies or Celiac disease or any of the truly horrible things that many people have to live with. I was a soy baby but dairy did make it back into my life. I took lactate pills occasionally in my teen years. I really did not believe that it was a big deal unless I wanted some cafe con leche (warm milk was always worse) or to binge on pizza. Recently, I have been using a coconut based creamer in my coffee and have not had a lot of other dairy products simply as a product of my current diet. I do feel consistently less bloated. This could also be because I have cut way back on gluten. I am not gluten free and hope I never have to be. Just cutting down has been a struggle. Sub sandwiches taste so wonderful but make me feel off for a few days after. I have yet to figure out if it is the bread, the filler in the meat or something else.
Back to soy…Several years back, soy products came into fashion. I thought, oh great, there is something healthy that I can do. I bought soy milk and soy nuts. What a wonderful salty treat you can feel good about. Well, maybe not. I was writing notes in the office one day and kept muttering, not so under my breath, because I was having to cross out words and correct them. There was a special education teacher in the room and she asked if my diet had changed right before I started having the problem. Light bulb! She suggested I stop eating soy for awhile and see what happens. My faux dyslexia was gone. Who knew?