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.

Breaking the Fast

So, my little fasting experiment came to a screeching halt on Tuesday evening.  I was really hungry and had a horrible headache.  I felt really lightheaded and couldn't think.  To make sure everything was alright, I tested my blood sugar.  43.  I have never had a number that low!


Dinner was quickly made for me and I ate some chips and cheese to hopefully stop the downward spiral I was on.  I had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday and my sugar was still so low that I had my very first insulin injection.  I don't have to be on insulin, it was just to get me over the hump.

Needless to say, that was the end of my juice fast.


I still think that detoxing my body is a good idea.  I just have to find another way to do it.

Day three . . .

Have you ever noticed the amount of food commercials on television?  There are all sorts of fat-filled, high calorie food advertised all over the place?  Why does no one ever advertise healthy food?  When was the last time you saw a commercial for Boca Burgers or fresh apples?  That's what I want to know.

From what I understand, day three is supposed to be the hardest.  I am trying to figure out how to put ice cream through the juicer.  Does that let you know how I am feeling at the moment?

I'm going to focus on my homework tonight and hope that keeps my mind off my rumbling stomach.

Day two . . .

Okay, juice fast day two,  let the whining begin!

Okay, I'll admit I was whining earlier this evening.  I came home and there was a bag of chocolate chip cookies on the table!  How mean was that?  I persevered; I made my dinner juice (it was gross!!), felt sorry for myself for a couple of hours and then hubby went out to get me more veggies for my juices tomorrow.

Hubby committed to take this little journey with me.  He made it half the day on Sunday.  By early evening, he was munching down on a quesadilla.  I gave him points for trying and he is helping me man the juice machine!

So far, so good.  I'm dying for a huge bowl of ice cream, but since it wouldn't go through the juicer, that will have to wait!

More later!

Ready . . .Set . . .Drink!

Tomorrow is the day!  Our fast begins!

Hubby and I went to the store this evening and spent lots of money on veggies and fruits for our juices tomorrow.  I can't tell which of us is more excited to start.

We even have some things I have never tried before, beets and fennel bulbs.  I love the spice fennel so let's hope the bulb is just as tasty.

I am not at all hesitant about this move.  I'm just hoping it helps me feel better.

More tomorrow!