This picture was taken at the beginning of August and I’d like to name it Rudolf.
It’s what I affectionately call myself when my nose decides to break out like a butt head and turn itself into a freaking tomato. I say affectionately but we all know I’m being sarcastic right? Right. Moving on.
The thing is, my nose hasn’t actually looked like this since we first started treatments back in October last year. In fact it didn’t even look like this when we got back from Italy. So what was causing it?
I’ve been trying really hard to listen to the screams that my body is doing through my face. So much so that I chronicle everything that eat in my head so that if I have a flare up, I can track it back. It’s something that I’m so concerned about that I’ve actually even started tracking it in a journal soon so that I can have more concrete proof.
Anyway, after a lengthy discussion with my super awesome skin therapist at Skin Renewal, we decided that I needed to stop taking the zinc supplements that I was taking.
Why would we do this? Well, zinc is supposed to dramatically help people with problem skin, but I’ve found that it’s made my skin a lot worse. After our chat, I did a little research on it and found that I am actually getting enough zinc from my natural day to day diet (most meats and nuts – so basically my daily intake of food aside from veg/fruit). Which means that the zinc was actually working in the opposite way than it should have which is something that none of us really expected.
I stopped taking the zinc two weeks ago now and only take my probiotic and it’s made SUCH a difference (to my nose at least).
So moral of the story? You need to listen to your body and see what works for you individually.
And that brings me to something that I have been wondering for a little while now.
What if I remove meat from my diet.
Which immediately makes me cringe in fear because I LOVE a good piece of meat and I can’t stand vegetables (even though I force myself to eat them now). Just the thought of cutting it out freaks me the heck out. But I’m starting to wonder if it’s part of my problem. It may be worth checking right? I don’t know. I’m not sure I can do it. More importantly, I don’t think my family would forgive me if I tried.
After supper last night I briefly mentioned it to them and they had a huge uproar – literally almost ousting me from the house. Kyla’s like, “But Mom, I’m a meat eater. I love meat!”
I might just cut down my intake and see how it affects me.
Also, if you can read Afrikaans you can buy the latest Huisgenoot magazine and find my exposed face and story in its covers.