I started researching online and found one dusty, lonely forum that had a discussion between some women who claimed that changing some of the food they ate helped them feel better. Could it be that simple?! I was not someone who would have started the vegetable fan club at the time, but my dislike for veggies wasn’t stronger than my desire to feel better. I knew in my heart that I was somehow accountable for feeling well, and for me, medication would be the same as putting tape over the check engine light in my car and going on a road trip.
It manifested into a diagnosis of “IBS,” then “Interstitial Cystitis.” Over the years I had countless testing performed and always left with no answers. No one could tell me why this was happening, and when I was told by the last doc, “you’ll have to be on meds for the rest of your life,” I found that unacceptable and decided to solve this problem myself. I walked right out of the office leaving his prescription on the table.
Thomas Keller Bouchon Bakery Cookbook: I went through a serious sad gir phase two years ago where I would take the subway to Columbus Square and eat Bouchon baked goods at the Time Warner Center. By myself. Every week. I thought it was pretty sad at the time, but now I’m thinking that was a pretty great way to spend my weekend days. Could be worse than eating a cupcake and watching people rush by with fancy bags and coats