Two weeks ago, I gave up sugar and caffeine. I’m also putting an abeyance (hello, GRE vocab word!) on grains and starchy foods.
Unfortunately, this comes at a time when Porkchop’s younger brother is the manager at Jilly’s Cupcake Bar.
Seriously? Thanks, Universe.
This box nearly did me in over Memorial Day weekend:
Box full of sugar and pain.
But Porkchop kept me strong, and I didn’t set myself back with cupcakes.
You might think I’m crazy for giving up sugar and other tasty treats, but I was feeling crazy while on the sugar. I mentioned some of this stuff previously while writing about going gluten-free, but I’m not sure if it’s the gluten that was bothering me. When I eat refined grains (gluten-free grains are the worst), anything with refined sugar or other sweeteners in it, dates, potato chips, corn in any form, bananas (which are super sweet), and a host of other things, I have the following problems:
- cheeks flare up right away and remain hot for some time
- fatigue and complete exhaustion in extreme cases
- foggy brain that lasts for a couple of days
- anxiety and depression
- indecisiveness (grocery shopping while I feel bad takes forever, and I feel like an incompetent driver)
- extreme hunger
- dizziness in extreme cases
- difficulty sleeping
After consulting with my primary care physician and an endocrinologist, the consensus is that I have reactive hypoglycemia. But this is where I part ways with the endocrinologist.
The endo suggested Celiac’s, which I doubted (and the test came back negative). When I pointed out that I have had my worst episodes after eating gluten-free grains (spelt, I’m looking at you), he declared that I’m depressed. I told him that when I eat the items listed above and start feeling bad, then yes, I often become depressed. However, I am not depressed otherwise. The endo is welcome to his opinion, but if I tell someone that sugar makes me feel bad, I can’t figure out why more credence is given to the theory that I’m depressed, rather than the theory that sugar fucks me up. At least I received a diagnosis of reactive hypoglycemia, so I can now see a nutritionist, which is what I really wanted.
Overall, I’m feeling much better, but I have my bad days, especially when I test the food waters. I had very small servings – less than a 1/4 cup – of brown rice Monday night and Tuesday at lunch, and I became utterly exhausted afterwards. Monday night, I went to bed at 8:30. By the end of Tuesday, I was so tired I was reduced to tears.
So, I’m keeping to a stripped down, low blood sugar food regimen at the moment. Here’s a typical day:
- 1/4 to 1/2 cup of plain yogurt upon waking
- 2 eggs around 7:45-8:00 am
- Snack around 9:00-9:15. I often go for celery with peanut butter here.
- Snack around 10:30. This is usually a 1/2 cup cottage cheese, maybe sweetened with a bit applesauce (unsweetened).
- Lunch around noon. This is usually a salad of some variety, often with chicken.
- Snack around 2:00. This might be half an orange with cheese or some almonds with sunflower and pumpkin seeds.
- Snack around 4:00. This is often an apple with peanut or almond butter.
- Dinner by 6:30. Usually meat and a vegetable, or salad again.
- 1/4 to 1/2 cup of plain yogurt around 10:30-11:00.
I didn’t formulate this plan on my own, I found it in the Low Sugar Handbook. The book is a bit wacky in some ways, but this eating schedule works, as do the food guidelines given in the book.
I’ve also learned that sometimes I need a big injection of sugar quickly. Over the weekend, I went to an intense exercise class early Saturday morning. The rest of the day, I kept throwing food down my throat, but I couldn’t get rid of my feeling of hunger, no matter how much broccoli, peanut butter, and cheese I ate. And this isn’t gurgly-stomach hunger, it’s a full-body, about-t0-be-consumed-by-a-black-hole hunger. It’s hunger triggered entirely by blood chemistry, not the sight or sound of food, and believe me, there is a huge difference. By 4:00, I was shaking and felt like the world was going to end. I actually had to look online to figure out what to do. Two tablespoons of raisins and 15 minutes later, I was feeling better. Now I have a stock of 4 oz apple juice containers that I keep nearby in case of emergencies, and I have a half cup of fruit juice after exercising to prevent the shakes and hunger.
Other Food Stuff
Over the weekend, I made one of those power green vegetable smoothies…and I was so excited about it! Pretty:
I thought I would love it…but I didn’t. And I really wanted to. But I had to force the last half of it down.
What I do love is quark! No, not the software, this cream-cheesy–but-better stuff from Marcoot Jersey Creamery.
Quark. My new favorite thing.
This stuff is amaaaaazing. It is especially good on this quinoa rice bread. I made a loaf of this Sunday afternoon and was enjoying quark on it immensely. But after the recent brown rice debacle, the brown rice flour in the bread is suspect. I will not be eating any more of it, sadly. Instead, I plan to make some rosemary almond meal crackers over the weekend and use the quark on that.
The garden is growing, despite the chickens’ best efforts to sabotage it. I am hoping this year will be a bumper year for tomatoes. I’ve yet to have the “OMG I have too many tomatoes!” experience, and I want it desperately.
If you look through all the fencing, netting, and caging, you can see tomato plants. The beds are like maximum security prisons. No one in, no one out.
There's a garden behind all that fencing and netting!
And I have butternut squash in the backyard again! Grow, squash!
Welcome back, butternut!
And welcome to their friends, cucumbers:
Agnes is totally blind in one eye, and most likely very low vision in the other, thanks to the other bastard chickens. Seriously, Porkchop and I are considering offing Scout, and maybe Scooter. Scout is the most vicious hen to walk the earth, and Scooter is right there behind her. As they clamber about, they peck Agnes in the eyes.
Is it horrible that we might snuff out Scout and Scooter?
In the meantime, we’ve taken to offering Agnes shelter in the house at night. During the day, she can usually get away from the meanies, but in the coop, she’s a sitting duck (er, chicken). And the other chickens peck-peck-peck away at her head.
This is what things have come to:
Keetah and Agnes: reluctant buddies.
When we put Agnes out in the morning, she stumbles around the yard, bumping into things and walking in circles. It is so sad.
So, Scout and Scooter…who wants dinner?