Nelly...I can sooo relate with what you are saying. When I look back on the food I was raised on as a kid, it's a wonder I survived at all. I think my mom thought I was making up all the symptoms just to avoid eating stuff I didn't like. So she made me eat it anyway. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but there are lots of things she could have been and could now be a little more understanding about. The food she cooked then was usually fried in lots of oil. Slathered with LOTS of butter. Or when she baked cookies or made chocolate fudge for Christmas, she would put walnuts in them. I would ask her to leave the walnuts out because they made my mouth feel like there were tiny paper cuts and she'd say..."oh...if you don't like the walnuts, just spit them out. Everyone else likes the walnuts." Well, when I moved out on my own as an adult, I had allergy tests done and found out I am mildly allergic to walnuts. She says she felt bad for doing that when I was growing up, but to this day sometimes she'll still tell me that I can just eat around the walnuts. My mom was and still is a great cook, but not the healthiest of cooks when it comes to having a daughter with IBS (or as it was called when I was a kid..."nervous stomach"). With all the grease, sugar, high fat, low fiber I was eating, it's no wonder I would have attacks at school or would "hold it" all day and then not be able to go when I got home because I was embarrassed about asking for a bathroom pass all the time. It's a wonder, too, that I don't weight 500 pounds! I weigh a healthy 137.
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