are months when I came back to breath after stifling headaches. Nearly twenty years of living with this disease, because of what it is, has certainly made my headache of acute crisis family, but not bearable. After endless attempts at preventive therapy according to the traditional channels of different "headache centers" scattered around, I decided, almost ten years ago, to experiment with alternative therapies and rely to a dottoressa tedesca-fiorentina di cui hanno lodato capacità e bravura (con quello che chiede....). Dopo pochi mesi abbandono la mia iniziale titubanza verso omeopatia, ayurvedica e compagnia bella: sto bene, sto benissimo, non ho mai mal di testa. Lei sostiene che la dieta è il primo passo per la mia salute, lei mi invita a cambiare completamente le mie abitudini alimentari e mi "condanna" ad un regime alimentare rigidissimo, ma provvidenziale. Dopo un processo di un’ora teso a stabilire la gravità delle mie colpe al tavolino, arriva una sentenza spietata ed implacabile: niente caffè, niente vino, niente latticini, niente carne di maiale (addio prosciutto, mortadella, pancetta, finocchiona, salame toscano!!!!!!), no red meat, no cooked oil, no white bread and pasta. That is, you ask? Diet Kousmine, the name of my sentence. Morning breakfast complicated: Budwig cream (raw ground whole grains with oil seeds, fruits to taste, flaxseed oil, yogurt - soy, of course) that forces me to get up at dawn to afford to take the train at seven; whole grains at least one meal, fish, legumes, tofu, lots and lots of vegetables, rye bread, barley, wheat price adjusted ... with some sound principle of macrobiotics, my diet is ready. Every time I pretend that the problem is not that and I start to eat: to enjoy some coffee just arrived at school, to grant some defect. The headache and so I do not get an exception to the rule of normality. I can not control myself. A week or ten days and returns to the headache, pinning him to bed for months. So now, after a terrible month of April, I decided to act responsibly and are again a very restricted diet. Migraine disappeared, iron constitution. I start studying, I start to run. Breath. Vivo. I try to resist, continue my abstinence from ex caffeinomane and let me go only occasional intemperance, a slice of cake, ice cream on a Saturday night. But this morning I woke up with a great desire to spaghetti alla carbonara, with all the bits of fried bacon cooked in oil that is more and I was reminded of this scene. But I am sure that if I gave Bice Budwig cream, or tofu, as recommended Albertone (ar damo this or cat), there would be a mutiny. She is accustomed to only dry food ... ..
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