Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Or is it?
I made it through my two weeks of gluten- and dairy-free eating. Mum even found me a gf df birthday cake! But then I met my trainer and it turns out it wasn't just two weeks to find out if I have any sensitivity. For no medical reason they were expecting me to make this a permanent lifestyle change. A few well-chosen (and quite rude) phrases passed through my mind, but thankfully I managed to keep them there.
Then we had the following conversation:
PT - so what times can you eat at work?
Me - whenever I want
PT - ok, great. So will you try not having breakfast until 11 for me?
Me - ....
PT - Will you just give it a try?
Me - Why?
PT - it'll just give you more energy.
Me - ....
PT - Just try?
Me - I really don't think it's a good idea.
PT - Why not?
Me - I'm... (trying desperately to think how to say 'I turn into a snapping, spiteful, crying, sick-feeling shaky mess' without sounding like a crazy person) not worth knowing when I don't have breakfast.
PT - well yeah, I was a bit grumpy the first time I tried it. But you get used to it.
Me - Hmmmm.
See, I never actually said yes. So I don't have to do it. And I'm not going to. In fact I'm not even going to fill in my food diary this week, and I AM going to go in on Saturday and tell them to stop messing around with my food and just teach me to use kettlebells. Only more polite. I'm also not going to sign up for another block once this one finishes. It seems this particular personal trainer is not for me.
The gf df diet had no effect on my weight, tiredness, energy levels or mood. Well no, that's not true; it affected my mood by making me very cross that I couldn't eat toast or pasta or yoghurt or haggis or noodles or cheese or or or, on and on forever.
The one and only positive effect was that my left knee stopped making that weird pebbles-knocking-together sound. That's it.
These last two weeks have really shown me the meaning of the quote - 'Eating healthy doesn't make you live longer. It just makes it feel like it.'