Saturday, June 18, 2011

Going Eggless

    Finally, it's starting to feel like summer! I whipped up some delectable blueberry ice cream to celebrate, which I will gladly share with you soon. But first! we have other matters to discuss.

    My posts have been rather thin on the ground this month. I've hardly been eating foods worth mentioning (salad with black beans for like a week, anyone?) and then I was feeling preeetty bad... Though I know it's only temporary, doing this diet has been really difficult! I think I've rarely been so distressed. Take away my food and I'm an emotional wreck (not to say that this isn't normal even with the food)! I'm liable to break down and cry at the mere thought of tomato sauce.

    At any rate, I've added corn and soy back in without incident. I used to dislike soy milk in my cereal; I never thought I would be so happy to taste it again! I find more and more that with food, I need to stop expecting it to taste like something else and just enjoy what it is! Lamb, and gluten free bread, and non-dairy milks are so much better when I do.

    I've been feeling much better since adding those two things, though. In fact, I've been feeling almost good - not a word I'm accustomed to applying to myself these days. I say almost since things still aren't peachy-keen, but I haven't had a really bad night in over a week! However, I do believe I'm in for another decline. Trouble is a-brewin'...

    I added eggs back in at the beginning of this week. When I add a food I try to eat it 3 times that day and then I wait a week for any symptoms to occur. That's the amount of time it takes for gluten to kick in and destroy my guts, but when I eat the gluten I know immediately. My stomach starts gurgling and churning - it isn't wholly uncomfortable, but it's definitely weird.

    At the first bite of egg in my pineapple fried rice (which, by the way, was made with the correct spices this time and tasted completely divine) I knew that there was going to be a few hiccups at Central Control. Everything got all unsettled and antsy and if you INSIST on a space station analogy, I imagine the gurgling was my stomach saying, "Uh, Huston...? We have a problem." And it's been repeating that phrase over and over and over, for about 5 days now.

    Curses! My delicious eggs! It's always the stuff I love the most... Why you gotta hurt me, Eggy? I'm actually not fussed about getting rid of them in baking since there's plenty of great substitutes, but I am totally devastated about no boiled eggs. NOOOO, no more adorable hard boiled egg faces! No more tamagoyaki. No more sunny-side up's with hash browns!

    Well, I'll survive, probably.


I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head...

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