Have you ever noticed how when your feeling your worst. When you should be eating your best. You consume crap. Or is it just me?
The last few weeks I’ve been having some really bad pains in my lower abdomen. They feel like a muscle pull. That kind of pain that when you cough sends you into tears. Needless to say I did not feel like cooking. So the other night I broke down and asked my husband to order a pizza.
Three slices later and I immediately paid for it with a triumphant return of the all consuming hives. But there is another little realized side effect of the dairy and gluten fest that is a slice of pizza. When the proteins break down they form a molecular chain that is identical to opium. You don’t get high. Your brain does. and it wants that high. again and again. Hence those cravings we have all experienced.
Your brain is on drugs.
This is your brain. This is your brain on gluten and dairy. SPLAT. Any questions?
Since then I’ve found myself craving bread. Fantasizing about waffles. Yummy delicious gluten, take me away…
I realized two days later that to push myself to jump right back into a 100 percent paleo diet is much too much when all I want is bread and cookies. I thought about it and decided the best way might be to use some gluten free products for a few days to curb that visceral need and then to give those up. Which I find to be way easier to do than to put down than that cinnabon.
One major positive I have found to having successfully completed a few months of exclusive paleo eating is that when I do succumb and that slice (or three) of pizza takes me away, the reaction is so much improved it’s a miracle. While I might not be able to eat these things all the time even if I wanted to. Being able to occasionally jump off the wagon without breaking a bone is a truly awesome feeling. All the hard work IS paying off!
Within the next few days I will climb back on the wagon and I will not be too hard on myself in the process.
P.s. those pains I’ve been getting… They aren’t the round ligament pain some might chalk it up to. I’ve been able to trace them back to food. Yup. Sweet potato of all things is not my friend!