Soooo 20% turned on me. (Or rather, I made a choice to stray that did.) Yesterday was basically entirely spent on the go or with my in-laws, whose company I really enjoy but can be summed up diet-wise by the statement that I have never seen my father-in-law eat a vegetable that wasn't a potato, except maybe the odd piece of carrot. I chose to go with the flow- lunch at Sonic, pizza for dinner.
As background information, while I was dealing with a complex of stress-induced health problems some years back, I had what my doctor eventually decided were gallbladder attacks. The first time landed me in the ER for the evening and was probably a thrown gallstone accompanied by a nice side dish of infection, and the rest have all been transient episodes that seemed to be straightfoward swelling/irritation attacks. For those who have never experienced one of these episodes, they are unpleasant in the extreme- it feels like someone enthusiastically kicking you in the stomach for a couple of hours. I'm pretty sure my someone wears steel-toed boots at that.
Anyway, today I woke up with what felt at first like mild abdominal muscle pain from yesterday's workout but quickly evolved into the full-on steel-toes treatment. The attack's passed but I feel like a ruptured cow and probably will for the rest of the day. My doctor told me the way to avoid these was to eat a low-fat diet, but as I never saw any correlation between <i>fat in general</i> in my diet and the attacks, I disregarded this advice along with the rest of the CW-driven stuff, like the memorable time we were told a type 1 diabetic should eat a low-fat, low-carb, low-protein diet. (I still don't know what it was expected the type 1 should do instead- learn to photosynthesize?)
I CAN, however, draw a line between two data points- the last attack I had before today's was also after bloody Sonic. So I'm guessing it's something to do with crappy food rather than fatty food.
Can anybody with a better biochemistry and metabolic understanding than mine enlighten me as to what sort of indulgences I should avoid like poison so as to avoid this kind of thing? What metabolic process boxes the gall bladder like this? I've been eating pretty clean for the last couple of weeks- as your system adjusts to a less insulin-riffic environment, does the "punishment" become potentially harsher?
I'll sure as hell overcome a bit of family peer pressure in order to avoid hours of agony, but I'd like to know when that's actually at stake.