So, some light reading about proteins and binding and gluten stuff and the following dramatic milestones have been declared:
Cross-contamination means my body still thinks I am eating gluten. AKA “Gluten-free? Great! But doesn’t mattah, suckah!”. Lesson: bread and pasta are classic no-nos, but rice, potatoes, and beans (including peas and green beans) are nearly as bad. Good thing I’ve been eating a lot of rice, right? RIGHT?
Paleo needs to be modified for Autoimmune. AKA “I BET YOU THOUGHT THE WORST WAS OVER, DIDN’T YOU SARAH?” Lesson: Wolfing down all those eggs and nuts and seeds was a really bad idea. Also: Goodbye coffee and chocolate (those are beans). For those of you wondering if this kind of life is even worth living, please know that I am wondering the same thing. Let it be a call out to my desperation that I am entertaining the idea of life without these things.
Paleo Autoimmune Protocol recommends against eggs, nuts, seeds (including spices), nightshades (tomato, potato, eggplant, sweet and hot pepper, mushroom, and other spices), NSAIDS, and alcohol. And are you ready for the kicker? AIP also recommends against some fruit entirely and most fruit in general.
As for the valuable and depressing question of “What can I eat,” I am left with different kinds of unprocessed meat and some vegetables (lettuce, squash, cucumber, carrot, etc). Coconut oil and coconut cream (less on the actual meat of the coconut) and avocado. So. There’s that.
I’ll be out in the back yard immersing myself in nature, eating bark and grass, and Thoreau-ing up. (See what I did there?).
For those who want a run down of what life is like, The Paleo Mom does it right in “My 120-Pound Journey to Paleo”. The title is misleading because it’s not necessarily about weightloss, but it’s an accurate story.