A foodie I will never be. I have never lived to eat. I eat to live. Period.
What I have found these first five days of the 21-day Eat Fat Get Thin Challenge is that cooking from scratch is a time trasher, a kitchen counter trasher, a sink trasher. Is this what people put up with when they cook every meal? Don't tell, but I've snuck in one restaurant meal a day. Cooking is expensive! Has to be organic. Organic. Organic. OrgANIC. Go out, or cook organic? Not both. Too expensive. But I must go out for breakfast. It's my only regular socializing! ....I could nurse one cup of coffee with my own coconut creamer. That would be cheaper. Downgrade to nursing it at the counter instead of a table. I worry the staff will resent me, even though I go so early in the morning there are plenty of empty tables. Hello? 16 more days.
This is tough. I wonder if I can actually fall in love with using my kitchen? I shouldn't even be taking this time out to write a post. I should be cooking. So far, I've put a new food processor and a food dehydrator into service. Thrown out useless old gadgets and food that wasn't good for me. Seen decade old clutter disappear from every horizontal surface inside and on top of cabinets. Followed the program to a tee. I've produced meals of 75% vegetables and 25% protein. Exercised a half hour a day. Meditated a half hour daily. Checked in with the coaches of this 21-day challenge. Well...I have had two 'sugar' slips. A mug of cider the first day. Next day, a glass of wine when I watched the Super Tuesday primary returns.
My big break came on Day 3 when I discovered a dish I learned to cook from Judy ( http://judeself.blogspot.com/ ) met every criteria for this diet. Oh, Joy! Kraut Brot, (without the brot (bread)) is yummy and allowed. So this was my St. Patrick's Day meal. Cabbage and beef. Thank you, thank you, thank you Judy.
So many no's! No dairy, no sugar, no grains, no beans, no alcohol, no high sugar fruits, no high-starch vegetables, no processed food, no take-out. No calorie counting, either. My scale has shifted downward three pounds. Despite the butter, olive oil, seeds, nuts, nut butters, nut milks, coconut milk, avocadoes, eggs, meat. Maybe it's the endless preparation. In any case, if I wasn't in love with two words, my intimacy with the local organic market would swiftly revert to intimacy of all things take-out. My allegiance hangs on two words:
Factory reset THIS is my new organizing principle.
Factory reset. For my insides. Make it like any damage never happened. OMG. When I saw these words in Dr. Hyman's book, I knew I had to try this plan. This is exactly what I'm doing with my PTSD recovery. Making it like the past never happened. Yes, of course the past still happens, but the injury from the past needn't remain.
Allegedly this particular diet detoxes and nourishes the body enough to reset it to optimal settings. Reverses and prevents further damage, if one keeps cooking, which I better get back to. So glad to have snuck in some blog time with you all! Bye for now, and happy cooking!