Just to get started...

I need to overhaul this whole thing if I'm serious about this but who has the time. I have some serious catching up to do since I haven't written anything in about two years. But instead of writing all the things that have happened in the last two years I would like to write about what's been happening in the last two weeks because it's been life changing.
Starting from the beginning, I mean the real beginning means going back further than two weeks. I have had many problems when it comes to digesting food. For years, and I mean about half my life, I have had bloating, upset, unpleasantness when I eat certain food. I remember in college going to an evening class after I ate a quick dinner and my stomach was so loud that classmates would turn and look at me. When I got married I was so embarrassed when my stomach would make painfully loud noises. Slowly I started to see a pattern and I could have caught on much quicker if I would have started a food diary but I was just too lazy and afraid that it would turn out to be food that I love that was making my stomach so upset. I went to a few drs and they would either push it aside and tell me to take gasX pills or tell me to eat cornstarch (I mean, really? cornstarch??). That route just wasn't really working for me. Then after I had my second baby my midwife told me about a book called The Yeast Connection. The book basically told me that I have an overgrowth of yeast in my gut and wasn't allowing the normal amount of good bacteria to thrive which was causing me so much discomfort. YUCK! You would think after years and years of misery and then finding what was causing me all that pain that I would do whatever the book said I should do. Yeah, you'd think. But this book said I needed to do something drastic. I absolutely love food, all things sugary, all things bread and cheese and well this book told me to cut all carbs, all sugar, all diary, all things I love. It told me I should only eat meat and veggies. Oh HELL no! I just had a baby and I was going to eat what I wanted. So years went by and slowly my health decreased to where I had no energy and was paranoid and depressed. I remembered the book and thought I should at least begin by cutting most carbs and most sweets. That was difficult. And I felt a bit better. The days I didn't eat carbs or sweets my tummy didn't hurt. But anytime birthdays came around or holidays all bets were off and I would go back to my loves. And then I would suffer. It just wasn't getting better. Finally, about two weeks ago while I was away in Nebraska my husband went out and bought a juicer and learned all he could about it and got my daughter really excited about it. So I get home a few days later and he tells me he wants to make me something. He goes to the kitchen and I hear whirring and motors and I think oh man, what is he doing and then he brings out a big cup of green juice and tells me to drink it. Ok so I'm not a fan of drinking green drinks but I think to myself I should humor him. Hmmm, not too bad. Then he tells me I'm going on the diet, finally, no if's and's or but's. Well sir, you are not in charge of me. Let's just say it wasn't pretty but in the end he won out and took charge. 17 days ago I started on a path to lead me to health. It's been rough. I've cried. I've thrown fits. I've dreamed of my lovely, forbidden food. But my husband has been so loving and faithful to make me juice that he researched, a special concoction just for my problem (kale, cucumber, parsley, celery). And he has been so patient with me that sometimes that's the only thing that keeps me going. I'm starting to feel better. I don't feel uncomfortable all the time and I'm finding I feel more alert even while decreasing my caffeine intake. I'm also finding that I am not alone. When in social settings I have to turn down offered food or drinks and then when asked why I tell them. There are a few that have told me they feel they need to go on this diet as well. This purging of the old and reconditioning my gut may take as long as 4mo but I'm really hoping it doesn't take that long! Because even though I've been going for 17 days I still think about sweets. Every. Single. Day. This is a battle every day. But this has to end. I am ready for a healthier life. Bottoms up with the mean green juice!