Cheater, Cheater IHOP Eater

Since being diagnosed with GERD, I've been extremely careful with what I eat. This has gotten me looks and comments about how I don't eat "normal food." I hear," One cookie won't kill you." and, my personal favorite that I have heard so many times,"If I had to eat like you I would want to die."  It honestly doesn't phase me because I know that I'm feeding my body what it needs. Others have told me that they have GERD and eat whatever they want and just pop a pill or deal with the pain. If that's your plan and it works for you, all the power to you. Every case is different, and the pain is unbearable and not worth it for me.

So, story time. 🎶 Just sit right back and you will hear a tale of a fateful trip🎶....sorry, childhood memories coming back with that one. I just wanted to tell a story of what happened to me today and why I'm so strict with my eating. We rarely go out to eat. My GERD control freak self can't do it because I can't see them preparing my meal. Most "healthy" meals at restaurants are ruined for me with how they are cooked. We once ate at Texas Roadhouse where the waiter confirmed that everything, including steamed veggies and baked potatoes, is cooked in butter. Luckily, he was able to request no butter with my steamed veggies, but the baked potato was a no go.

This morning we decided to eat as a family at IHOP. My son's eyes got twice as big as he saw his cupcake pancake, eggs, sausage, and bacon. My husband had chicken fried steak, pancakes, and eggs (of course I heard about how his stomach hurt after because it doesn't go with the food he normally eats anymore). I sat there and was perfectly content with two poached egg whites, a plain Thomas English Muffin toasted, and a glass of apple juice, all GERD diet approved. I lie, I totally wasn't fine with it. I eyed both of their meals and craved one bite of pancakes with yummy butter pecan syrup. Anyone who knows me well knows that I firmly believe that every day is worth sprinkle infused food (I had funfetti cake for my birthday every year before this.) so my son's cupcake pancake looked like the promise land. But, I have GERD and that's just how it is, so I ate my plain food and soaked in the fun of us all going eat out together.

....until about five minutes after we left the restaurant. I had been done eating for a while, and I was starting not to feel well. All of the signs of my GERD attacks from before were coming back to me. My back hurt from the acid, my chest felt tight, and I had to say excuse me a million times because we are trying to teach my son manners and mommy was burping often. I took Tums as soon as we got home and have some extra strength Zantac calling my name when I am done with this because, hours later, the pain is still there. I've been sucking on ginger candies all day to help as well.

I ate everything that I should have, but my doctor warned me that restaurants don't always cook food like they say they do, and often people are triggered accidentally after they thought they were eating the correct foods. Our best guess is that my English muffin was actually toasted where they cook all the other food, meaning it was cooked where they put oil and butter.

Eating the way I do is a lifelong thing. When people say they would want to die if they had to eat like me, I want to tell them that they would feel like they are dying if they had my GERD and didn't eat like I do. So, whether it is GERD or some other kind of medical condition that makes you eat a certain way (or if you just want to eat the way you want to because whose business is it to judge you for the food that you are putting in your mouth, your mouth...repeat that...your mouth, not theirs), you've got this! You are amazing! Forget anyone who doesn't understand. It's not their job to understand. It's their job to be them, and it is your job to be you.

                               My son's breakfast from this morning because, y'all, the sprinkles!