ChiKat

This past weekend we ran into some friends of ours who are in the medical field. They love hearing about my diet, and I love yammering on about it. My husband pointed out afterwards that they obviously don’t believe a word that I say about my diet. They think the RA changes I have experienced are either (A) all in my head or (B) a fluke.

When I think about it, most people I know don’t believe in my diet. But I was surprised to realize that I simply don’t care at all. I don’t need someone else validating this diet because my pain levels validate the diet everyday.

This past weekend, we were at a family gathering. There were doughnuts. I inhaled about…well, probably a dozen.

Hey! It was a holiday! It was my patriotic duty to eat doughnuts!

Sure enough, I paid for the indulgence with joint pain. It wasn’t terrible pain. Because it’s so rare that I eat sugar, a weekend indulgence doesn’t send my body out of control. But the pain was there, and it was a definite reminder that what I’m doing is working. It might sound crazy, and it might not have the latest medical journals backing me up (gee, do you think that’s because the pharmaceutical companies can’t make a pill for diet changes?), but I don’t care about any of that.

I care about waking up pain-free.

And on occasion, I’m ok waking up with moderate pain, because the occasion doughnut binge is so worth it.