Results: 5.5 pounds down.
The first week of my meal plan is over, and I had a few people ask me how it was going. It’s going well, and since this time around it is not so much about the weight as it is my health, I’ve been more conscious of how my body feels. Once again, I am amazed by how completely I relied upon grain as fast snack/meal. I would never allow the boys to rip a corner off a baguette or grab a handful of crackers and call it lunch, but I guess when it comes to feeding myself, I am not nearly so discriminating or concerned with balance. This sort of haphazard eating allows me to cram more activities into my day, and it’s killing me slowly, to boot.
My main goal was to gain more energy, eliminate heartburn, and reduce my risk for the major killers (heart disease, cancer, et al) by losing a healthy amount of weight. Sure, I would love to be skinny, but if I make that my goal my mind starts playing tricks on me. Better to focus on health. To that end, the heartburn has all but disappeared. I am disappointed to report that the strawberries in that bowl of yogurt gave me heartburn. I had the same breakfast with peaches earlier this week with no problem. Looks like they are out for a while, which is fine since they’re not even in season right now.
I also had heartburn after eating four (four!) Nut Thins while making Mikey’s lunch last night. They are gluten free, but apparently still a no-no for me, at least for right now. I’ll give it another month before I try them again, but I have a gut feeling (pun not intended but it’s cute so I’ll take it) that I will be avoiding baked goods and sticking to rices for the long haul. My last ditch hope in the baked goods department is that soaking will eliminate the discomfort I get when I eat bread, crackers, cookies, and other baked items. (But, damn, it hurts so good!)
The only problem with soaking? Mikey hates the taste of every single bread I have ever made, even the ones that aren’t all that healthy. He likes Milton’s Multi-Grain bread, and that’s about it. (I’m sure he would love Wonder bread, but too bad.) One time I gave him a different healthy brand of bread in his lunch–one I didn’t make–and when he came home he asked if I had made it. “It tasted so bad, mama, that I thought it was one of yours.”