Monday, January 14, 2013
What is special about it is that it is my 15-year-old daughter's first blog and it is a topic that I'm passionate about (which got me an "honorable mention" in it).
But seriously, I'm proud of her. Here is what she wrote:
" My crazy nutrition views (warning, VERY long, lol)
So I've been eating wheat free for about 12 months, although only 100% for about 5 months.
Why? Yeah, I was wondering the same thing for the first 7 months, lol but it all started when my mom, who is a crazy, crazy, (but very well informed) health nut found out about this book called " Wheatbelly". As soon as she started explaining it to me, my first thought was: NOOO!!!!!!!!! Why? Because the author of the book, Dr. William Davis,(here's a link to the blog, if you're interested, www.wheatbellyblog.com/ ) does not recommend slightly reducing wheat consumption, but ELIMINATING ALL WHEAT PRODUCTS, even the so-called "healthy" whole wheat, *gasps in horror*. So not only is this an extremely controversial idea, it also seems when you look at it like it would be impossible to keep. Since pretty much 100% of any store bought processed food is made with it, and probably 60% of everything else readily available at the supermarket. That's just what I was thinking.
I really, really didn't want to believe this was true. but when my Mom lost the last 10 pounds she'd had for as long as I can remember, and she kept showing me the countless stories of success, not just with weight loss but a whole page of chronic problems that had gone away after people stopped eating wheat I had to wake up and smell the coffee. The horrible, nasty, painfully true coffee...
You've probably heard of the 5 stages of grief. That is, without a doubt, what I was going through when my Mom first introduced me to this new, strange, and terrifying lifestyle change.
The first stage is Denial. This wasn't hard, because my whole life I had been told that wheat (and other grains) were nutrition packed, and absolutely necessary for my health. "But whole wheat is good for me!!" I protested, plus, I didn't want to change. Croissant's. Baguettes. Rolls. Life without them? Unlivable. Barely a world worth living in. I went on with this for a while. I'm very committed - or stubborn. Whichever you choose.
The second stage is anger. Yes, I definitely went through this, I didn't go throwing things around but I sure wasn't too happy about my new realization. I went through several bouts of mild hysteria, and asking over and over, why? why? WHY?! It was almost worth crying over. I almost did.
The third is bargaining, I did that, too. "But just a tiiiny bit wouldn't hurt, would it? Just a little pizza or doughnut every few weeks?" and "I can't haveSOY SAUCE?! Why does it have to have to be in SOY SAUCE?! ( went back and forth between two and three for a while, sometimes both at once)
The forth stage. depression. Need I say more? It was all, "Why? What's the point of even eating at all? I might as well just lay in bed and wait to die." (if you haven't figured it out, I sometimes add just a touch of melodrama).
Acceptance. Finally, I had come to realize that, like many things, I may wish it different, but it's still not going to change the facts. It's bad for me. Really , really bad for me. *sighs*
So if you've read through all this, thank you. When I write about something that affects me personally, I tend to start what looks like a book, not a blog. I'm going to continue writing about this, but.. I think we're both a little tired at this point . "
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