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As I mentioned yesterday, my mother is in town. Anybody who is a daughter knows that this is both a joy and a curse - at the end of each day, it sends me running to the freezer for pieces of chocolate (which I specifically purchased for her) for some comfort. Here is some of the dialog that has occurred over the past 48 hours:
- "It's too cold in here." (It's 70 degrees in the house. You are from Florida and are ALWAYS cold.)
- "Why does the cat bite me? You need to train him more." (No, he's biting because you are overstimulating him. Leave him alone for a while).
- "You're giving up bread, too?" (What the heck do you think bread is made from?)
Anyway, we tend to eat out more frequently when my Mom is visiting because we have to socialize with friends and other family members, and that usually happens over food. When I picked her up from the airport Friday night, we stopped at a greasy spoon griddle place that she always enjoyed when she used to live nearby. I ordered an egg-white omelet with ham, peppers, and onions (which came with a side of pancakes that I packed up so she could have for breakfast the next day). The omelet itself was satisfying - but I didn't feel too good after eating it. The blah and bloat is still with me two days later, I have canker sores, and I think I know the culprit.
Some breakfast places (like IHOP) mix pancake batter with their eggs. That's why restaurant omelets are so big and beautiful, and the ones I make at home are flat and not nearly as appealing.
Saturday night, we were visiting my uncle in Philadelphia, who took us to one of his favorite Italian restaurants. I knew I would be able to find something on the menu - my aunt is gluten (and sugar) free. An elementary school Spanish teacher, spin instructor, and lifetime skinny person, she has always been my role model for health and fitness. She had no problem grilling the server at the restaurant about ingredients used in their Risotto Al Frutti di Mare. I, on the other hand, wasn't so vigilant. I ordered salmon in a white wine sauce, which was served over a mashed potato. There may have been flour in the sauce or in the potato that could be contributing to the way I feel today. So while I don't know for sure if I've had wheat or not, I'm changing my wheat free streak back to zero.
Maybe I'm just feeling out of sorts because of the stress of Mom's visit. Either way, I have learned I need to be more inquisitive about what I'm actually eating.
Speaking of, here's some interesting information to share about what I actually might have been eating all my life - an infographic that shows what the average American consumes in a typical year. There are surprisingly more fruits and vegetable than I thought there would be - but still, the average calorie intake per day is 2,700. I think an interesting post would be for Wheat Belly to re-do this graphic to outline what we might consume in a year based on the Wheat Belly plan.
Blah. Anybody know good home remedies for mouth sores?