I think I'm writing this post just as much for a pep talk for me as anything else.
About a month ago, I dutifully returned to my doctor's office for a followup on all the bloodwork and lab tests that she had recommended at my Well Woman exam. (FYI: my primary care doctor is a naturopathic physician-you may or may not agree with her results or recommendations-but I LOVE her. She spends a lot of time caring for me physically and emotionally)
To make a long story short, the tests revealed that I had "cellular exhaustion at the deepest levels."
Well, duh.....I think I coulda figured that one out without all those tests!
She recommended a list of supplements and a special diet to basically detox my body and get my cells to function better so that I could feel better in my "speshul" phase of life. She gave me a stern lecture about taking care of myself so that I can be around to take care of others....followed by a big hug.
Remember folks, this was December 15th, 10 days before Christmas.
She told me to do the best I could during the holidays. I'm a determined sort of soul so I plunged into the diet immediately. The diet? Oh yea, no sugar, no wheat, no dairy, no fruits, except organic apples and berries, for at least 6 weeks.
Nice.....just 10 days before Christmas.
So I went forward, with all the gusto of a person on a mission and with the enthusiasm of a new goal.
Then Christmas Day hit.
Honestly, I really was good up until Christmas Day.
I did notice that I was feeling better, with more energy.
But who can resist the luscious coffee cake on Christmas Day? Or the crunchy., buttery toffee that Jen makes every year (that I pretty much take sole possession of) Or the homemade cinnamon rolls? or the specially selected Christmas candy for the stockings? (think crunchy junior mints.....mmmm...)
After a week of sugar-filled gluttony, I decided it was time to hit the diet again. Because I had promised myself to take care of myself and listen to my doctor's advice for a change.
But boy howdy, it has been SO hard. All I can think about is what I can't have.
Besides the fact that the TV is constantly tuned to shows like Cake Wars or Paula Deen, or somebody else who is cooking up something forbidden......
And I watch hubby slurping down creamy Chicken Alfredo at the local restaurant.
Whilst I pick at my grilled chicken salad.
Whine, whine, whine.
And it has been SO hard to go through the trials of the last month without the comfort of a bowl of chocolate ice cream.......or a piece of chewy ciabatta bread from the local bakery.....
Whine, whine, whine.
But I just realized the other day...
that there are hundreds of foods I CAN eat.
There are dozens of different grains.
There are multitudes of different veggies.
Maybe my palate can adjust to less sugar in the diet.
I had some brussel sprouts yesterday.
Honestly, I did feel good when I ate them. They were delicious.
(not a slice of chocolate cake mind you, but tasty)
So I'm challenging myself to look at the CANS
and not the CANTS.
It's probably a good lesson for myself.
Remind me the next time I start whining about how I can't do something.....