Caveman

So I have been doing research on this whole foods thing, let me tell you it is not as easy as one would think.  I was looking for some kind of plan to follow, in the hopes that it would be a bit easier.

While in Barnes and Noble over the weekend, wonderful hubby and I ran into a lady who has the same diagnosis that I do.  In talking to her, she told us that her doctor had recommend something called the Paleo diet.  Intrigued, I decided to check it out.

Three days of research later, I broached the subject with my boys.  They seem equally interested.

So it looks like we are going to be regressing back to the caveman days! 

http://thepaleodiet.com/


I need about another week of research and planning but I'm thinking a week from Sunday will be the start date.

I don't want to do fad diets, but I am trying to find something that we can follow.  I thought about going back to the Dtour (Outsmart Diabetes) diet, but I could not figure out how to modify it for the Gluten Intolerance and IBS.

Check the link out!  I'm very interested in reading what you all think!

Boot straps are pulled up and I am ready to go again.  I try, I fail, and I berate myself, but I can not stop trying!  I have to marshal on with this.

Also still thinking about moving this blog to a free-standing website.  Would anyone visit it?

Bootstraps

So, in the car today, my wonderful son tells me that he is really worried about the way 'we' have been eating.  He is concerned about the fact that I am not eating what I should.

Talk about a slap in the face.  I felt like crying.  I have already been feeling like a failure and now this.

Okay, so I can sit here and feel sorry for myself or I can pull myself up by the bootstraps, take a deep breath and start again.

Back to the books, time to stop being terrified.

I can do this . . . can't I?

Tired

I sat down today and reread some of my first blogs.  I was so excited back then.  I was so flush with success when the weight started coming off.  There was so much determination in my words and so much excitement.

Today, I sit here full of frustration and fear.  I am steadily approaching the age that my father was when he died.  I don't want to be in my grave before I'm fifty.  From what I understand 50 is when all the fun starts!

So far I have lost weight, gained a lot of it back.  Developed weird food allergies and am now swelling up for some bizarre reason that no one can figure out.  I feel like the Stay-Puff marshmallow person.

I am frustrated with spinning my wheels, and having things taken away.

So far I have lost:

Sugar
wheat
processed food
and a bunch else that I can't even remember right now.


Here lies Katie, killed by the Twinkie that she ate.