I’m incredibly food-conscious. I need to know exactly what I’m eating.
No, I’m not on some new fad diet. I’m not watching my weight or trying to gain muscles.
I have 21 different food allergies.
Yes, you read that right — 21.
When I was five, I learned the hard way that I was allergic to pecans. Over the next few years, I discovered that this allergy wasn’t just pecans but that it extended to all tree nuts.
When I was 11, my family and I thought I was lactose intolerant. Every time I would eat something with dairy in it, I would spend the rest of the day in the bathroom. Lucky for me, there were pills for that: Lactaid. You could take the lactase enzyme when your body stopped replacing it. It didn’t always work, but I chalked that up to eating more lactose than I had the enzymes to break down. This didn’t stop me from eating whatever I wanted, so long as it didn’t include nuts.
I didn’t realize it at the time, as I was in my tween years, but something wasn’t right. I constantly had stomach pain and would go to the hospital about once every six months for fear that my appendix had burst or something else was terribly wrong.