Beans, beans the musical fruit

I love beans, any kind of beans, but when my Cushing’s was at its worst, I couldn’t eat them. I had terrible bloating and gas without even eating anything, so I avoided any foods that had any gas producing potential.

I couldn’t eat anything for a few weeks after my surgery, but when I was finally able to eat again, one of the first things that struck me was, Hey, no gas! No belching. No gastronomical distress. It had been so long since eating almost anything caused me some level of discomfort, that I hardly knew what to think of having the world of food open to me once again.

I’ve been enjoying all kinds of beans prepared in all sorts of ways, as well as lots of other foods I had to give up during my darkest Cushing’s days – broccoli, cabbage, cream, grains, fruit. Now I can eat, yet I’m still losing weight at a rate of 2 or 3 pounds a week. During the Cushing’s dark days it got to where I could hardly eat anything, type or amount. Yet I was still gaining weight.

So to all the doctors that blamed me for this for the past decade – IT WASN’T MY FAULT. It didn’t matter if I ate or didn’t eat or what I ate. I was doomed from the inside. And you heaped your blame on the outside. Thanks for nothing.