My food history # 7 (part 3) – food sensitivities – high blood pressure – biogenic amines

Cheese. by Leonie Elizabeth. January 2018.

 

Continuing my story on food sensitivities

I underwent The Royal Prince Alfred Hospital (RPAH) exclusion diet protocol in 1985 (1) which involved a few-foods diet until symptoms settled, followed by food challenges, then a modified diet excluding only problem foods. Lastly, there was moderation of the diet up to my level of food tolerance.

Some of the food challenges raised my blood pressure.

High blood pressure (hypertension) is a medical condition in which blood pressure pumping through the arteries is elevated compared to what is considered normal. It is a major risk for coronary heart disease and can lead to long-term complications such as vision problems, or kidney disease. My own father had uncontrollable high blood pressure and died of stroke in 1974 age 49 years. His mother and aunt also had strokes.

At the age of 29 I presented with hypertension after a stressful period. After six months I managed to bring it down to low levels following a Pritikin-style diet, with particular attention to avoidance of salt. I never considered hypertension could be due to a food sensitivity and so it was a bit of a shock when it came back during the RPAH food challenges. It returned with foods high in amines, nitrates and MSG. Continue reading “My food history # 7 (part 3) – food sensitivities – high blood pressure – biogenic amines”

My food history # 4 – critical moments – my father

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Oils and fats

There are some defining moments in my life that have become etched so vividly in my memory that I can feel the events exactly as if I was still there. Where I was. The time of day. The clothes I had on. The colour of the wallpaper in the hallway. The shakiness in my mother’s voice. Such was the night my father had his heart attack and was rushed to hospital by ambulance. The slow-motion event was replayed four years later after his stroke. That time my father did not come home. It was January 1974. My father was 49 years old. I was one month shy of my twentieth birthday. Continue reading “My food history # 4 – critical moments – my father”