First off…I want to thank all of you for your continued support. As of this morning, I’ve had over 3,020 visitors to my site and the number keeps growing! All the support, comments and encouragement I’ve received have me incredibly humbled. I feel like I’ve got over 3000 therapists out there waiting for me to spill my guts. I may not always reply to each message I receive – but trust me, I read and reread them often. Thank you again for making this journey so worthwhile.
And now…a few mistakes I’ve made and lessons learned…
- For some reason, almost all overweight African-American women get upset when you call them “Precious”
- Only one person to a treadmill at the gym
- It doesn’t help to get salad dressing on the side if you get three cups of it and use it all
- All your clothes didn’t suddenly shrink in the wash
- Brushing your teeth with Dr. Pepper isn’t such a good idea
- A caramel apple a day doesn’t necessarily keep the doctor away
- If you eat a meal replacement bar, you need to NOT eat a meal
- There is no such thing as one bite of movie theater popcorn
- Wheatgrass is a superfood; Peanut M&M’s are not
- Personal trainers generally don’t like to be paid with a bucket of loose change
- Playing on Facebook for eight hours is not the same as sleeping for eight hours
- You’re probably supposed to eat 2,000 calories per day, not 20,000
- Free samples aren’t necessarily free
- Most employers don’t recognize a “Vitamin D break,” so I guess you need to take up smoking in order to get a little sunlight during the day
- Despite the word Diet in its name – the Hot Dog Diet is not effective
- Standing up while eating does not make your food digest faster – it makes you look stupid at dinner parties
- Even though hemorrhoid/hydrocortisone cream is often used by body builders and fitness models to tighten up their abs before a photo shoot – it does not work if there are no abs to rub it on…But it does relieve itching
- Fun-size candy bars = No-fun-size thighs
I did lose weight this week…a little bit anyway. So close to the 30 pound mark!
But this week was extremely tough for me. I am in the midst of severe meltdowns. Yes, I’m feeling sorry for myself. I’m so pissed off that I my convenient life is gone. I’m ticked off that I have to be so OCD about everywhere I go – questioning what idiot line cook might have touched my food immediately after grabbing a hamburger bun. I’m feeling like I’m going to have to be a hermit. Feeling like family functions are going to be impossible unless I’ve sat every family member down for a 2-week seminar on what I can and can’t eat and ways to avoid cross-contamination. So yes, I am pouting. I just want a freaking Ritz cracker!!!
In the back of my mind, I know I need to get over it. I know this could be much worse. (Thank you Wx DA for reminding me of that this weekend.) I can still live my life with relative ease. There are soldiers back from Afghanistan who have lost limbs. Their lives will never be the same. I can eat rice crackers to get over my poutiness about gluten…they don’t have an alternative option. Cutting gluten out of a diet has not killed anyone (that I know of anyway). Time to put my big girl panties (ugh – can’t believe I just used that word) on and keep going. Bitching about it night and day is certainly not going to change the diagnosis. And thus…another lesson learned.
Despite being accidentally gluten’d on Friday night – I have found that going places where I’ve got a personal relationship with the cooking staff makes a huge difference. I’d like to give props to one chef in particular, who despite thinking I was doing this gluten-free diet for fun at first (not sure who the hell does this for fun), has since made me some amazing gluten-free treats. If you’re ever in Greensboro – Alex at Natty Greene’s makes some amazing dishes on the fly. Favorite so far: Greek chicken, homemade cucumber sauce (best I’ve ever had), and sliced cherry tomatoes on top of a cucumber slice…you will seriously want to slap your momma!
Ok…so after reading that last paragraph…maybe this isn’t so bad after all. Despite my occasional Dorthea Dix worthy tantrums, I’m being forced to eat better…my weight is dropping…I’m at the receiving end of a few amazing test dishes at a restaurant…and I still feel more amazing than I have in a long time. So Celiac…Bring. It. On.
“Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.” ~Unknown