Holy brain fog Batman

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.