I have been eating differently for the past two and a half weeks. I hesitate to call it a diet because that now has slimming connotations but it is a change of eating habits. My daughter is using it to combat Type 2 diabetes and I’m doing it because it saves on washing up.
The first week was great. My overloaded stomach from all the Christmas food welcomed the change. It’s not terribly different from what we normally eat, just no starchy carbs and sweet desserts. The veggie soup has an assortment of herbs to help with diabetes/pre-diabetes and arthritis. I lost 8 pounds and am walking better already.
Week two and I was raring to carry on. I lost inches rather than weight and joints are feeling better. I also feel more alert and less tired even though I’ve been standing in the frozen rain on the school run for more afternoons than usual.
Week three? We went to the theatre last night. I’d booked a table in the restaurant when I booked the tickets (last year). We were okay because we could have the ham salad which fitted in with the plan. The people around us? They were eating raspberry and gin cheesecake, gooey looking cream thingies and (my favourite) prawn cocktail smothered in Marie rose sauce.
It’s beginning to tell now. This morning I fancied toast. Malted seeded crusts, toasted in a hot grill to turn the outer surface golden while keeping the inside soft, ready to soak up the slabs of fresh butter and topped with a tangy glaze of marmite.
What did I have? Porridge with nuts, seeds and cinnamon. Nice but not toast.
The other good thing is, as I feel more alert I have now got over my writer’s block concerning my WIP, The Third Woe. I know exactly where I want it to go and just need to get on with it .
SueJEaton 