So in the last couple months Watson has been seeing the doctor and trying to get healthy (finally *insert cheer*). I swore to him that when he was ready to get healthy, we’d go all in and do it together. We’ve gone to the nutritionist twice and have been making adjustments as we travel along our path to a healthier life style. The big one for our house has been wheat. I love white bread. I love it so much there is no real way to perfectly explain to you how happy it would make me to have a loaf of Italian bread with butter for dinner. LOVE it. I’ve never eaten whole wheat anything. I’ve hated wheat, rye, whole grain everything since I was a kid. So when I say a big change, I mean huge. Whole wheat bread, whole wheat pasta, whole wheat crackers, and brown rice. The ingredients can not say enriched wheat, it has to be stone ground.
Since this change I’ve been having more and more stomach problems. I’m not talking a tummy ache after eating too much sugar pain. I’m talking curled up in a ball in the corner of my bed praying the pain stops. It got so bad I could barely nurse my son in the middle of the night. Continue reading