“Food, FMF & Me: A Complicated Love Story 🍝❤️”

I never thought diet was an issue. Like ever. Honestly, I used to wake up and the first thought in my head wasn’t “Good morning” or “What’s the weather?”—it was, “What am I going to eat today?” (And I said that with excitement, not guilt 😅)

Fast forward to now: I’ve lost 50 pounds (yes, Ozempic helped—no shame in my game 🙌), and I’ve started to realize something I never paid attention to before…

FOOD. Affects. My. FMF. 😳

I didn’t want to believe it. I mean, how could pasta betray me like that? We’ve been through so much together! But sure enough, I started noticing a pattern—especially during a flare. If I ate pasta? I’d feel worse the next day. Like clockwork. So pasta and I had a tearful goodbye. (Okay, it was just me crying. Pasta was fine.)

And then there’s sugar. Sweet, sweet sugar. You’d think it would be a trigger, too… but nope. Doesn’t mess with me at all. So clearly, that’s a sign from the universe that dessert is still on the menu. 🍰✨ (Don’t argue. I don’t make the rules.)

Bottom line: I’m learning that food isn’t just love—it’s also data. The more I pay attention, the more I understand what my body likes, tolerates, and absolutely throws a tantrum over.

Still figuring it out. Still sneaking a cookie. Still missing pasta. But now I do it with awareness (and a little less inflammation).

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