I have to start someplace. I have been thinking about this but that’s not good enough. I must do. I found out that there is a way of eating that will help me. It can slow or end the progress of my condition. I refuse to call it a disease. It’s like my husband told my doctors so this is what you call it when you have nothing else to call it. And they said he was right! We call it MC for my condition. Anyway, there is a way of eating that’s been around since the 50’s that can help me. When I started this journey I asked and asked but no one said anything. I have found this through a circuitous path. I should not eat gluten, dairy, eggs, beans, sugar and yeast. And very, very little fat. I can have grilled chicken or fish, vegetables. Now I actually like that stuff. I am not a big red meat person at all. I do like my black beans. The book I’ve decided to go with says that since I am not desperate I can remove things gradually. I essentially gave up gluten August 11. I am starting the dairy. I know the only way I am going to get through this is to blog. Not to keep me accountable. It’s for me. It’s the way I can process. I need to succeed. I’ll track progress or lack of, what I am eating and doing.
Today, I didn’t have the usual Sunday blues. I worked, so a little resentful a little tense. No kids for dinner tonight so that was easy. We had dinner last night and it was glowing. Jeremy’s birthday. Bittersweet, no longer a little boy.
I am blogging for myself today. And work was for me. It will ease my mind when I stand in front of a hostile audience on Monday. So it was for me but not in a real me soothing way.
Eating – well an apple streusel muffin with spelt, then munching around and my usual favorite green smoothie. We did take out Chinese so spring roll, too greasy; hot and sour soup; steamed dumplings, gluten mistake.
No real exercise today, just half an hour on the stepper.
For whom or what are you grateful? What matters most in life? What am I grateful for today? Well, stepchildren. I have no children of my own. I am sad about that but the guys have given so much to my life. I think and hope that they will remember me when I am gone. I am thinking a lot more about mortality than before. I am grateful at how far my husband and I have come and the challenges we have overcome. And the blue fall skies.
What can I do tomorrow to make it better than today? Eat better, rest more and exercise. Standard stuff. But what I need to do is get down what I want to do.