I can’t eat wheat ‘cause I don’t secret

I get all the scorn, but it was the way I was born

Intestinal Pain

Decalcified Teeth

No I can’t eat wheat ‘cause I don’t secret

Inflammation is high

Alkaline Phosphate is low

And If I’m not careful bad bacteria will grow

I can’t eat wheat cause I don’t secret

Being a nonnie ain’t all that sweet

Thus is my tribute to nonnies, yes I’m gifted I know…….

I was going to write this blog on fat, but after getting halfway through my fat blog, I decided to write this one, call it adult add

There has been a lot of nonnie love on the board lately, which is nice, since we need a lot of support. The more I learn about btd the more amazed I become about the similarities between nonnies. Being a nonnie finally makes me make sense.

Not only is it similar foods that we do well with and have issues with, it is just a general way of being. We all are a little bit ‘strange’ in the eyes of the secretor world, but we are just right in nonnieville. Do you know I have actually been told by people ‘there is just something different about you, you’re just not like everyone else’ several times.

The thing about being a nonnie is that we ARE different, and until we learn to accept those differences we will never heal. I have found for myself that the times that I have been the sickest in my life were the times I either tried to hide my difference or tried to change it. This is rule number one of nonniehood, know who you are, know what you need and embrace it. I think that this is part of the reason why we often get so sick, we spent our whole lives trying to ‘secret’ and it is not until we realize that we can’t that we can start to get better.

All through my life, whenever I went out to dinner with people they would always comment on my weird style of eating. When I was a kid, it didn’t bother me; in fact I enjoyed the extra attention. As I grew older it started to wear on me, (I mean how many times can you go out to eat with people and have the large amount of veggies you eat be the center of the entire dinner conversation.) So I started doing one of three things- all of which made me sicker and sicker-

a) didn’t eat

b) didn’t eat around people

c) tried to eat ‘normal’

The whole time I didn’t realize that I was eating normal for me, so who cares about them. I lost sight of who I was, what my body naturally wanted, and I am still struggling to regain that.

I don’t eat wheat cause I don’t secret-