This summer, General Mills put out "Gluten Free" Honey Nut Cheerios. I don't normally eat a lot of processed food, and I didn't really want the cereal but for some reason, I bought it. Before I gave up refined sugar, I used to eat cereal a lot as dessert.
So at night, I'd have my "safe" cheerios. Every morning, I was getting sick. Like can't leave the toilet to get to the car for a while sick. And when I finally could, I dreaded my hour long commute. There were a few days where I seriously thought I was going to shit my pants on the way. I had to make it through 2 miles of traffic to pull off the highway (because it always got bad at the same traffic congested spot!) and try to find a place with a bathroom in time. I'd tilt my seat back, unbutton my pants, and try so hard to breathe. My stomach would be rumbling- shooting pain in every direction, sweat running down my forehead from fear of the worst and my anxiety causing shortness of breath. I was in all out panic mode, trying to beat my stomach's timing. Fortunately, there was never an accident and I didn't ruin any pants. But, there were EXTREMELY close calls. I was always mortified, confused, and felt like spending the rest of the day in the back seat hiding.
I stopped eating breakfast, and hardly ate throughout the days. I had no idea what was causing the problems, so I didn't really eat much. I thought maybe it was stress because I wasn't eating anything new except the cheerios, and they were supposed to be "gluten free". It was General freaking Mills. After two pretty rough weeks, 5lbs down, I was getting better (and out of cereal!).
As you all know by now, there were batches of the "Gluten free" Honey Nut Cheerios that were NOT gluten free. It was horrible. I stopped eating them, but ever since, I've been really afraid of a repeat episode caused by something else.
It reminded me of what life was like for 12 long years. I still get sick every once in a while, but it hasn't been this bad in a long time. I was grateful to figure out what the hell was going on, and I don't think I'll be giving the cheerios another shot.
It seems almost inevitable that in some point in life, a food intolerance/allergy/disease will turn a good pair of pants into a lousy toilet. I would probably find it funny after the fact, but I seriously hope today is not that day.