A couple of weeks ago, Crash and I had food poisoning (I'll never eat food
from KFC again - it's now a psychological aversion). During that time, I
was supposed to be on the BRAT (banana, rice, applesauce, toast) diet. The
only things we had on hand were rice and bread, and we were both too sick
to drive to the store.
I had some rice for a couple of "meals," then I added toast. Toast became
bread, bread became hours of misery. After low-carbing so long, I can't
tolerate wheat (or gluten?) at all. Fortunately, I got so sick from eating
bread and hamburger buns, that I no longer want anything to do with bread
or anything else made with flour.
I had already learned my lesson with potatoes, even before I completely
eliminated them from my diet when going low-carb. Potatoes have been a
problem for years, but I ate them anyway. After having no potatoes in the
house for nearly two years because of low-carbing, Crash has also begun to
suffer when he eats them. He's still at the point where he will eat them
anyway, suffer horribly, then do it again. He'll catch on ...
I have removed two labels that I've had on myself. Low-Carber and
Diabetic. The guilt that I suffered whenever I broke the very strict rules
with both of them (probably only at OWL levels), was devastating. I
decided that my mental health was more important at this stage.
I'm no longer following anyone else's rules, so there's no guilt. I'm
finding that, overall, I'm eating lower carb this way than I did when I was
a "Low-Carber." So much of the diet has become a part of my life that I
can't imagine myself ever going back to the way I was.
My new mindset is that I'm treating my body with the respect that it
deserves. When I get carb cravings, I tell myself to remember what flour
does to me, and then ride it out. It's difficult because the cravings can
last for hours. But I'm so proud of myself when I hold my ground. Before,
I felt weak and worthless.
Some revelations along the way:
* If I eat 1000 Island dressing instead of ranch on my salad, I won't die
* If I eat black olives instead of the lower-carb green, I won't die.
* If I have the occasional oatmeal pancake or bowl of oatmeal, I won't die
* If I eat chili with tomato sauce and black beans, I won't die
* If I occasionally eat homemade fried rice, I won't die
* If I eat a can of soup from time to time (no potatoes), I'll likely live
* If I munch on baby carrots, I won't die (I still avoid corn and peas)
Some permanent additions:
* Sue's Chocolate Omelette
* Jenny's Barbecue Sauce and Hot Cocoa
* Yogurt with SF DaVinci's syrups
* Salads
* Copious volumes of broccoli
A nice, low blood sugar is good. But it doesn't have to be 5.0 to be
healthy. I run at about 6.0 when left to my own devices. I believe that
I'll be lower than that the next time I'm tested.
I think I've taken up enough of your valuable time.
Carol
--
"Years ago my mother used to say to me... She'd say,
'In this world Elwood, you must be oh-so smart or oh-so pleasant.'
Well, for years I was smart.... I recommend pleasant. You may quote me."
*James Stewart* in the 1950 movie, _Harvey_