I know this is not something I typically write about, but it has been 6 weeks since I tried a diet that changed my life.
You see the rock candy. Well basically that is what I felt like eating all the time. In one form or another, I was consuming huge amounts of sugar. Bread. Pasta. Gatorade. Granola Bars. Carrots. Honey. Jellybeans.
Everything in high amounts of sugar. I needed it. I craved it. I lived off it.
I woke up one morning doing my normal routine and headed into the office. I had my usual PB on white english muffin and glass of honey hot water on the way to work. I had a 9 am meeting and by 10 am I felt horrible. Dizzy. Out of it.
I sucked down a Gatorade and ate a yogurt loaded with chemicals- ya know, fat free but with stuff you can't pronounce.
This was just the beginning. The entire week I felt progressively worse. Dizzy all the time. Out of it. Fear I was going to faint. I thought I was hypoglycemic because that is what the doctors always told me. Your blood sugar is crashing too fast, eat more. So I ate more of the sugary stuff.
By the end of the week, I was sick to my stomach and felt like I was dying. I went to the doctor and insisted they run every test they could. Full blood work up, allergy test and parasite test. That was the day I decided to completely revamp my diet. That was a Friday.
Slowly I eliminated all processed foods and lived off a higher protein low carb diet. Another week went by and I still felt bad. My blood work and all my tests were negative, but do you know by the following Friday I woke up feeling like a million bucks? It was amazing. Life was new again.
Since then, I dropped 10lbs, am no longer bloated and my skin has never looked better. I don't follow a strict diet, but I have not eaten cookies, pie, ice cream, cake in 6 weeks. I don't miss it.
To curb my craving, I do eat fruit with greek yogurt, fruit with cottage cheese. Almond butter on a rice cake. I eat full, big meals with lots of veggies and little carb. If I want Italian dinner, I make sure there is a protein, either fish or chicken along side the pasta. I limit the pasta to the size of my palm.
Some may think this is a drag, but the way I feel surpasses the 30 seconds of joy I would get from eating something that makes me feel crappy later.