This weekend, we celebrated Earth Day by visiting a local strawberry patch with the kids. (Okay, so I didn't realize it was Earth Day at the time, actually; I figured it out afterwards and thought it was a nice little coincidence. Not everyone can be Supermom!) Is there anything better than eating berries straight from farm to table? We filled two buckets full and froze a bunch to use later in smoothies, but mostly we snacked on fresh strawberries all weekend.
Y'all, I have a confession to make. My sugar-free year derailed in early February. A sweet friend of mine was thoughtful enough to make a gluten-free cake option for our family at her twin girls' birthday party, and I knew better than not to try a bite. (Can I just talk about this for a second? Want to know how to make me feel loved? Cook something I can actually eat. Seriously, I never expect anyone to go out of their way to make gluten-free foods for my family; we usually provide our own because otherwise I feel like the biggest diva. But having food allergies can be very isolating, especially here in the South where everything revolves around biscuits and bread, so when someone actually takes the time to make sure I can eat what's on their table without acting like it's a huge deal, it's like wrapping me in the biggest hug. My other best friend switched her spice mixes to GF so I could eat at her house, and I can't even express how loved I felt; I even teared up a bit.) But that bite led to chocolate dipped strawberries at Valentine's Day and a bag of chocolate-caramel gourmet popcorn at our church's marriage conference, which turned into a whole bunch more indiscretions including making our way through every flavor of Cheerios (addicts aren't picky) until I was eating as many sweets as I could get my hands on.
My clothes don't fit right now. I have no energy. I've had daily headaches. My joints hurt. Do you know why none of these pictures have me in them? Because I was wearing a tank top and was embarrassed by my extra fluff. Isn't that crazy? It has to stop. Help me, Jesus!
There is no moderation with me. I am learning that I can eat no sugar at all, or I can eat ALL. THE. SUGAR. Very much like an addict, really. The stuff is my kryptonite. So healthy eating starts today.
I actually pulled back out my food sensitivities blood test results from after Riley was born, and I'm toying with the idea of eliminating all of those foods again to see how much better I can feel. I'm only playing with it because, let's face it, it doesn't leave much to eat: pretty much all grains (except rice), corn, cheese, eggs, peanuts, sugar, gluten, and cow's milk. Do you KNOW how many things have corn in them? ALL the things. And things that don't have some form of gluten, corn, sugar, or dairy? Well...strawberries don't. And that's about it.
So, we'll see, Interweb friends. I could use some accountability. This is going to be hard. But, after our trip to the strawberry patch, I might could get used to eating like a rabbit. This morning's breakfast was some Greek yogurt mixed with strawberries (surprise!), half a banana, chia seeds, cacao nibs, and almonds. It felt good to eat something nourishing for a change!