Thursday, December 06, 2012
I made pumpkin bars last night and my mom and I both ate one.
Considering how bad I've been about staying on the straight, narrow, and grain-free (nothing to cook, Mom had two big ol' boxes of my formerly favorite cereal, you see where this went) without serious repercussions (a little gas and some rumbly tummy), I figured I could get away with one. After all, I'd stuck to my guns by making single servings of roasted red pepper soup ready for breakfast and a great pork stir-fry for lunches (only a dab of soy sauce, and I'll admit I have no idea how my sesame oil got into the bottle but I'm willing to ignore that), so surely a delicious bar of pumpkin goodness with cream cheese frosting wouldn't kill me.
I have a long-lost friend back, the good old stomachache that feels like there's a rock off to the side, hanging out in your intestines and making sure nothing moves. I bloated like a pregnant lady and the dull discomfort is slowly creeping downward.
Between that and the fairly regular sugar intake, I'm also crabby and disinterested in.... evening recreational activities (plus the tummy aches don't help... so the fiance is also not in the best mood), I'm crabby in general, and because my assignments have left me no time to work out, I'm even crabbier AND I'm missing my endorphin high.
I kept telling myself that the standard bloating and gas was enough to warrant reducing my dairy and cutting out grains and sugar, but no matter what, every day I was faced with something I shouldn't have put in my mouth and I did it anyway.
THIS is enough. This sucks. Totally and completely.
Needless to say, I'm making French onion soup at the moment, something I've never made before. I figure soup is a safe choice for an angry stomach, when it finally does calm down. I bought a package of almond flour at the grocery store tonight, too, and I'll be making any baked goods with that from now on. I have no idea how to bake gluten-free, let alone grain-free, coconut flour-free (Mom and fiance), and almond-free (Mom again). Yikes.
On the other hand, it's easier to avoid junk when it literally punches you in the guts and makes you forget your own name as it beats its way through your system. My heart goes out to anyone with Chron's or celiac disease. Sheesh.
Back to stirring my onions and writing about Medea.
Edit: Starbuck's Blonde Christmas blend is delicious. Yay, black coffee!!!