I realised yesterday I haven't had a migraine since starting this health thing. Not only haven't I had one, I haven't felt one lurking. Sometimes, they skulk around the periphery of my brain like a mangy dog, while I wield a big stick and hope for the best.
Let's be clear, I would be the least qualified person on the planet to offer a health theory. However, I do suspect my particular form of migraine loves sugar. Or wheat? Or dairy? Or a combination? In the grip of a migraine, with my head in an ever-tightning vice and my body heaving, I have promised the health gods I was willing to do anything - ANYTHING - to avoid a repeat performance. And yet, after the storm, I have resumed my normal eating patterns, until the next one. Call me stupid. Or addicted.
I realise three weeks in my control group of one is not going to make the cover of any scientific research journals. And I know that mangy dog might come back one day, vicious as ever. But one thing I know for sure is that I don't miss those brutal episodes one little bit. And life is easier without waving a big stick around.
Indigo Kate x