After being introduced to the book Wheat Belly Karie wanted to see if she could go wheat-free and to see what it would do to her health. Here are her updates through a full week.
Wednesday through Friday of my first wheat-free week probably should have been hard days. But I was so busy with work and kid stuff that I didn’t have much time to eat at all. Thursday was our PCH Give-A-Thon. I packed a few snacks, but I ate a late breakfast and before I knew it, it was bedtime. Mostly sticking to chicken and veggies and brown rice. I could eat that forever!
Friday night provided the first real challenge, as Happy Hour for me usually means a cold pale ale. I have tried three gluten-free beers and they have all been various degrees of awful. But my son has a 7:30 p.m. baseball game, so the temptation fades. Red wine is always a good alternative!
After the game though, Jack and a buddy are hungry. They want to stop at Subway. Shoot. That bread smells awesome. I stay in the car while they go in. At home, I have an Amy’s gluten-free bean and cheese burrito. Not only does this not hit the spot, it isn’t even close!
The biggest challenge yet. Saturday. College football.
Day begins with the regular morning spin class, where my bike neighbor remarks that I am spinning like a much younger person. I give the diet the credit. To be sure, I have great energy. More than any other morning I can remember. No sluggishness, no sleepiness… and my endurance is awesome. Hmmm….
The Devils play at 4:30 p.m. and I cannot think about watching the game without a beer so I choke down one Bard’s. It’s really bad.
My husband and son are heading down to the UofA game, and will drop in on our oldest at her sorority house. I know I should make cookies, but I can’t eat any. Maybe the first (certainly the first, who am I kidding) time that I make a batch of dough and don’t taste any.
I go to a friend’s house for the game and the Devils offense is so bad that I consider quitting the diet just so I can have a beer. I have ribs instead, and I bring a chicken-and-bean casserole, which everyone tastes as if it’s a science experiment. It’s actually good, but my diet is such a curiosity that the food plays second fiddle to the wheat discussion. Everyone tries to talk me out of it. This is funny!
Devils lose and I take my leftovers home. What else am I going to eat tomorrow??
Sunday. Another day of beer-free, bread-free football but I am ready this time.
I eat yesterday’s casserole for lunch and feel pretty good overall.
The real challenge will come tonight after my son’s baseball game. I know the family will want pizza.
We go to Spinato’s, a bonus choice as it’s my husband’s favorite pie and I have heard they have an awesome gluten-free crust. It’s OK, but nothing that makes me think pizza will be big on this diet. Maybe that’s a good thing.
By 7 p.m., I am finally really tired for the first time on this diet. Could have nothing to do with no wheat, or everything. I plan to go to bed early and get up in time to make myself something fabulous for Monday’s lunch.
I am very pleased I have made it this far and have really not been too unhappy.