‘Are you okay? You look terrible…’ followed by a worried face. That is pretty much the sentence of the week. Not something to be proud of. Okay, I really look like shit. But don’t panic, I’m fine.

The beginning
How to start this blog in a proper way? I want this to be positive so publishing my favourite-breakfast-recipe-of-the-moment was a good begin. But then I started thinking. It’s so easy because then I don’t have to talk about things that hurt. Or about the reason why I’m doing this. I think I need a glass of good wine to recap the last week. Be prepared.

So embarassing
The crap started on Thursday, approximately twenty minutes after a really nice dinner at my university. First there was the nauseousness, then it felt like as if someone was stabbing me in the tummy with knifes. My sight slowly disappeared and then I found myself on the floor. Later someone from the personnel helped me in my way to a couch in the entrance hall and I’ve lied there for God knows how long. And yes, that was in front of everybody. So embarrassing. When I felt better I managed to bike home. I still felt sick and puked in the night. It was 4 am when I cleaned everything up (the staircase has never been so neat since nobody in this awesome anti-squatting house feels any responsibility for the communal spaces) and I remember I’ve texted my parents and boss. I was really sick for five days.

Medical process
Tuesday I went to the doctor. It turned out to be an allergic reaction to something in the food. I’ve never responded so heavy on it, so that actually pretty scares me off. The wheat-free bananabread they served at the event (yes I was happy like a child that they offered it) turned out to contain gluten. The first blood test is already two years ago and it didn’t show an allergy for gluten or lactose, so I always kind of waved the signs of my body away. I’m fine you know… Meanwhile, a lot of medical tests and diets further, I’m still not feeling better. It apparently even gets worse.

Hidden secret
The FODMAP-diet works well but it’s so hard to adapt in a busy daily life. I’m trying to do my best and as you can read in the ambition-page I’m totally done with this shit. In January I went to Lanzarote to visit my grandmom for a week. I’ve biked in the mountains for the first time of my life and I totally loved it. We kind of automatically ate according to this diet and I felt so much better. Of course the nice weather played a significant role. It is not for nothing that I always say that I’m born in the wrong climate. The eczema on my right hand disappeared and the spots on my face also reduced considerably, though I know stress is an important factor in these physical reactions. Well, basically now you know the things I’m trying to hide so hard.

Recovery
During my forced period of rest last week, I’ve decided to sign up for the OceanLava triathlon on Lanzarote. I have totally no idea what to expect but it’s a perfect goal. The forecast of nice weather already makes me happy. Tonight I’m not going to think about euhh.. swimming, biking and running and stuff. And yes I’m totally drunk after only one glass of wine. It’s probably my immune system or so. But I’m damn proud that I’ve managed to write this down. In the next blog I’m going to talk about the training program!