I didn’t realize, when I was first diagnosed with a chronic gi disease, the huge “disability tax” owed on any kind of modified diet in money, energy, and time.
The time it takes to look up new recipes, shop at four stores for obscure or specialty ingredients, pay the exorbitant markup, only to bring them home and be too tired to make the thing, or anything. The emotional cost of not eating out, or enjoying holidays, or explaining, yet again, that it’s not a diet to lose weight, it’s to prevent serious illness. The impact to your body when you accidentally eat something you thought was safe. The financial cost of food that goes bad because you did buy it, but it tastes awful. Opportunity costs of making so much from scratch when a standard version could be picked up in a grocery store. The stress when a “safe” food start making you sick.
We are human beings who need food. It’s that simple . Food is not good or bad, or clean or dirty, but for some people it is safe or unsafe. But it’s still necessary for survival. And there is a real cost when you are constantly—multiple times a day—forced to navigate this choice matrix. It’s inescapable.
I’m not sad or depressed about it anymore, but I wasn’t aware of this before diagnosis and thought it might be important for others to hear.