The first cycle is, how do I say it? Restrictive.
I was an unhappy camper.
The first week went fine. I stayed strong. The second week…well, let’s just say that by Friday I was jonesing for some CARBS.
And so I did it. I indulged. To put it mildly. Dinner was pasta and bread, and for dessert I had a milkshake.
The next morning, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I was groggy, bloated, nauseous and completely devoid of energy or, frankly, the will to live. It was a mess. And it felt familiar.
Then I thought back to the previous weekend. I’d felt amazing. I had energy to spare. That Sunday I’d woken up at 5AM, wrote for hours, and was actually sorry that I’d done all the chores on Saturday because I was practically jumping out of my skin with energy.
This was a mega-breakthrough. Maybe carbs really were the devil, at least for me. They sapped me of my life force, especially when eaten in large amounts (and, let’s face it, I rarely eat carbs in moderation. I won’t lie).
The sad fact was that I was so used to feeling like garbage, it had become second-nature. The way I felt that first weekend was like a miracle compared to my “normal”. I just never knew that I could actually feel good.
I’d like to say that I stuck to the program but you know that’s not true. I fell off the wagon and into a bakery.
So here I am again, this time on the GAPS Diet. No starch or sugar. I’m not gonna lie, I strayed over the weekend, but got back to it.
And you know what? I feel good again.
Granted, I’m still going through the whole sluggish “my body is addicted to sugar and now I’m not giving it any and zzzzzzz…..” thing, which I hope ends soon. But otherwise I feel a million times better than my old “normal”.
Brain fog? Gone.
No more bloat. I didn’t realize prior to this just how often I felt like a cow because I was so bloated.
I don’t feel nauseous and heartburny when I wake up in the morning anymore.
3:00 isn’t such an issue for me anymore. I don’t have to fight off the urge to take a cat nap in the ladies room.
And my mood is improving every day. I don’t feel so negative – even when I’m craving something on my “no-no” list. Slowly but surely I’m climbing out of my depression and into the sunlight.
It’s actually turning out to be kinda fun to learn more about myself, rather than just shoving food into my mouth and coping with the results.
Do I claim that experimenting with eliminating certain foods from your diet will do the same for you? No. I don’t know you like that. I’m not a doctor.
But I’m challenging you, here and now, to give it a shot. Just for a few days, avoid eating a certain thing, be it sugar or pasta or bread or dairy or diet soda. See what happens. You may be surprised.
If you do, let me know how it goes!
What could you stand to eliminate from your diet?