Oh boy. Food issues really suck it, don’t they? There are times like right this second, and yesterday, and most days, when I wish I could be just a regular ol’ American eating my way through fast food joints and truck stop foods. I would gladly sacrifice my waistline for some unbridled eating time all over town. But that, my friends, is simply never going to happen. PHHHHPT!!!!!
It’s been two weeks (except for this weekend in NYC, which was AMAZING) now that I’ve been eating according to the autoimmune protocol diet and I’ve sorted a few things out. One, my stomach is all, “Oh, hi. I feel normal! What’s that about?” And after several months of mostly on, a little bit off, stomach pain and blasting poops, this is nothing short of amazing.
Still, I think we can all agree that one cannot eat this way for the rest of her life. Or well, I can’t eat this way the rest of my life. I am learning a lot, of course. Some good, some bad, some meh. While I am truly grateful for this time kind of detoxing and identifying problems, I’m also super sad about some discoveries. Let’s talk about those discoveries, shall we? Yes, let’s.
1. I really don’t eat enough vegetables
I love many green vegetables. Love. But I find that I’m not always conscious of putting those vegetables in my body. From now on I’m aiming for vegetables with every meal. Honestly, I do love the French way of having salad with your omelette, so there’s that. DONE.
2. I need coffee
One problem I’ve been having is a pretty severe fatigue. While I think I can chalk that up to a nice low-level depression associated with grief, I was also shocked at how much more tired I was when I substituted green tea for coffee. I’m back on coffee, and wow, I haven’t napped in 7 days! It’s a record! Coffee is my friend. That’s a fact.
This is one of the best fish-related things I had last week, and it wasn’t even that great. Don’t they look like brains? These are shrimp balls from The Paleo Approach. My family really liked them, but since I’m not a huge seafood fan . . . meh. I do think if they were deep fried I’d totally love them. I might just do that because I really need more fish and shellfish in my diet. And that, my friends, is a fantastic answer to every problem—deep fry it.
4. Grains, Nuts, GF Booze & Eggs
Yeah, I’m okay with all of those things as long as the grains are gluten-free. They don’t hurt me at all. So, that’s good.
5. My favorite Indian take-out is no more
So this is a discovery I’m happy/sad to have made. Our go-to Indian restaurant was fully vetted for gluten 3 years ago when we started ordering there. But from time to time I did not feel okay after chowing down. One would think I would just stop eating there, but one would be wrong. Then I decided it was probably the dairy in the chicken tikka masala or the saag paneer. So when we ordered during my diet, I just had grilled chicken tikka, no sauce. Guess who got sick? This gal. Being a gluten detective, I said to my husband, “Hey, is your naan grilled?” Yeah, so it wasn’t the sauce. It was the cross-contact on the grill. Another, PHHHHHPT.
Last weekend we had a family fun time at Universal Studios. I knew I would starve if I stuck with the diet all day so I ate a big paleo breakfast, then said to hell with it the rest of the day. I did try to eat at the Bumblebee Man Taco Truck and then I found out they have gluten in the meats, and gluten in the freaking cheese. The only thing that is gluten-free are the corn tortillas, which do not make a meal. So I had the gluten-free pasta and marina sauce at Luigi’s which was below average. SO. I can’t really eat at Universal. Naturally, I decided to soothe my hurt feelings with soft serve ice cream. And that’s when everything went straight downhill. The pain. Oh, the pain. I have not been in so much pain in like, since I went on this diet. Yeah, it hurt. And it hurt more because I’m pretty darn sure it was the ice cream and not the pasta, nightshades or sugar that I also had that day.
So I’m back off dairy, and back on the autoimmune protocol diet. And I’m coming to terms with the fact that milkshakes and soft serve are not at all in my future. And yes, I know I’ve said this before. But for some reason, I have to learn it over and over again. Like a dumbbutt.