I know, I know… I am SO lagging on posts. Yes, that’s me… the bad blogger. Regardless, I’m here now, so let’s get on with things.
I completed the 21 day sugar detox a few weeks ago.
At first, I didn’t think there was much to write home about. Nothing had changed dramatically for me. Sure, things tasted a bit sweeter now, and everything was going well on the digestive front, but these things didn’t seem like deal breakers to me. I still didn’t know if the detox program was worth the $21 I shelled out for it.
I broke the fast at a fancy dinner before seeing Les Mis. My plan was to introduce one forbidden food at a time, them monitor for reactions. Ummm… not so much. My glass of wine, which was intended to be my only “off detox” splurge quickly gave way to an error in my entrée choice (the fish I chose was encrusted with a wheat/rye mix), which then gave way to dessert (an amazing peanut butter cup that we all shared). Yes, like I said… plan, meet window.
Happily buzzed (I’m a cheap date after a detox!), we were on our merry way to the show. Ah, how I love Les Mis. The music, the story… but I digress…
It wasn’t until later that night, curled up in bed, that I started to feel the effects. My stomach began to hurt – sharp pains in my abdomen woke me. Ugh. This was no. fun. What’s the deal? My body revolting against the carbs I’d consumed? Was it too much wine? The evening coffee/cocktail mixture? Too many variables were at play. My gut instinct (literally!) was that this was a reaction to wheat, but I couldn’t be certain.
A week later, after dining at a friend’s house, I had the same reaction. Sharp, stabbing stomach pains. This time, I had no wine (or alcohol of any sort), no chocolate and no coffee to blame. The weird thing was, I’d been avoiding wheat specifically, thinking that was the culprit, and I didn’t eat anything that screamed “BREAD!!”. However, I then learned that gluten can be hidden in many, many things… such as the bbq sauce adorning the delicious ribs I consumed that evening. Drat.
I’d had one other reaction to a wheat/dairy combo about a year ago. Ben & I had been eating low carb for many months at that point, and decided to splurge for our anniversary. We snacked for our dinner – cheese, crackers, veggies, humus and wine. The crackers were the splurge – it had been so long since we’d had them, and we decided to treat ourselves. Within an hour of our dinner, I felt those same, familiar stabbing pains in my stomach. Hence, the seed of suspicion against gluten was planted.
I have yet to fully prove out my theory. I plan to do a “test” at home, eliminating all other variables and trying out a piece of toast – one I’ve had before without issue. I have a suspicion that this will be a rather painful experience, so I’m planning it out carefully and saving my experiment for a lazy weekend with nothing else to do. The few last times I’ve had issues, my stomach hurt so much that it interrupted my sleep! No bueno!
On to more exciting news… I’ve broken down… and got. a. vitamix. I know, I know, I said they were too expensive. But I’ve changed my mind. It’s worth every penny. I’ve made soups, smoothies, almond butter, almond flour, almond meal, chopped onions, chopped kale… there’s nothing this blender can’t do. Vitamix recipes will be coming soon…
Alright, that’s it for now. Running out of steam and ready for bed. G’night!