Sometimes you get an epiphany in the weirdest of places. This morning? It was in the yard while waiting for the dogs to finish their business.
Go figure.
We were on vacation for a week. I tried to eat pretty well, but ended up eating not so well because, frankly, we were eating at restaurants at Busch Gardens (theme park fare not being known as the font of healthiness and all) and at Colonial Williamsburg (ditto).
And the longer I went eating bad-for-me food, with its excess salt and fat and processed crapola, the worse my joints felt. You could almost mark the nexus on a chart, it was that obvious after having eaten well for the last few weeks of Weight Watchers, on their Simply Filling program.
Now that we are home, I've started eating healthy food again, prepared from scratch at home so that I control the sodium, fat, and freshness of everything, and guess what? My joint pain is easing. The swelling in my knees is down a bit this morning. Same for my ankles and my hands.
I've noticed this before, but not in such a pronounced way because I had been eating SO well prior to the trip. The difference between how I feel eating whole foods and how I feel eating junk?
Whoa.
There really can be no going back. Not now. Which is going to require a whole other level of vacation planning in terms of restaurants and snacks packed along and such.
But if that means that I don't wake up feeling like someone spent the night pounding on my knees with a sledge hammer? Worth every minute of the planning.
Lupus is not for sissies. But I may have found at least one good way to help ease things a bit for my particular issues, and that's huge over the course of a lifetime if so.
(Dawn breaking via Per Ola Wiberg ~ Powi. Beautiful shot.)
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