So last week I decided to make the plunge and try cutting out grains for a while to see if it would help with some...digestive...issues I (and the baby, via my milk) have. It's not a low-carb diet, though it is lower than normal by virtue of the fact that I am now getting my carbs via produce. To begin with I was only eating whole and low glycemic-index grains for the most part, and except for a newfound affection for air-popped popcorn, really wasn't eating much in the way of breads except for oatmeal and grits. But in spite of being under my pre-pregnancy weight by about 10 pounds, I'm bloated enough in the tummy area to still be wearing the same size clothes.
So, bye-bye grains. No bread, no pancakes, no flour tortillas, etc. I miss croissants. But, other than a day-long jitters session about 48 hours after I started this, I felt great. Less hungry. Fewer cravings for sweets.
So what'd I do? I fucked it up. I got hungry yesterday but didn't have much in the house to eat, so I shared a fruit salad with Erik and Esther and stupidly didn't eat more after that. We needed to go to Central Market to get a few things that just aren't available at HEB, or aren't available without spending an arm and a leg there. Things like unsweetened coconut, full-fat Greek yoghurt, etc.
Unfortunately, the other thing Central Market has is a fantastic bakery, and the nommiest prepared sandwiches in existence. And we were all hungry. So I said "Eh, one day won't hurt me" and since anyway I am skeptical of these things I figured it was worthwhile to see whether wheat & such had any effect on me. So we got some of the fantastic bread and some of the nommy sandwiches, and sat outside and ate.
And the sandwich was good. I had a muffaletta sandwich, which is on this certain type of bread that has sesame seeds and a crisp crust and chewy interior and is just great. I practically inhaled it...And then practically fell over. Much as I love bread, it seems the feeling is not mutual. Dammit.
So says I, Well, I ain't doing that again.
Until we went to lunch today. And I tried to be good. I figured I'd be okay if I stuck to corn tortillas, since I made migas the other morning to no ill effects. Sounds like a good idea, right? Only, no. I don't know if the corn tortillas they have at Taco Cabana have some wheat flour in them as some do (I made sure that the corn tortillas I ate the other day were just made from ground corn) or if I was fooling myself about the corn or what, but the brain fog came back.
I hate that.
I am not making the mistake again. No matter how good it is going down, it is not worth the fuzzy-headed feeling after I eat it.
Look for Erik to start sneaking bread in the pickup, 'cause that stuff isn't coming back in my house again.