Elimination Diet, Day One (Written around 11:30 this morning when Livejournal was sucking)

Okay, so I won't actually be journaling about this daily, at least not until I get to the food challenge part. (I love that: the first part of the diet is called Induction - like I'm being initiated into some sort of secret society. The second part is called the Food Challenge - which sounds like a bad Food Network game show.)

But I wanted to start off with some thoughts.

First of all, for those of you who don't know, ( Here's what the Elimination Diet is. )

So yesterday was my first day on it, and I was determined to make the best of it. The last thing I need if I'm going to make it through this thing is to feel deprived. So I started the day with brown rice crispies, almond milk, blueberries and cantaloupe. Around lunch I had carrots, an apple, some more cantaloupe, rice cakes and almond butter. And at the Diesel, I tried a new thing: Wu Wei tea, which I'd recommend to anyone who likes rosehips and yummy spicyness. For dinner I made salmon with onions, garlic, olive oil, tarragon and sliced green zebra tomatoes (Thanks, hissilliness!), brown rice with onions, garlic, and walnuts, and salad with spinach, heirloom tomatoes, lemon cucumbers and fresh avocado. Oh yes, satiation was mine.

By 10 pm, though, I was exhausted to the point of lack of motion. I just needed to see a pillow, immediately. This morning I dragged myself up at 7:30 to have breakfast with imlad, but then found myself needing to go back for an hour or so more. Writing this, I still feel groggy and vague, and I have to teach a class in two and a half hours. Luckily, it's the first day of the semester, so I can summon some fake chipperness for a little while, then sit there and zone while they do their 45-minute diagnostic writing test.

Hopefully this cleansing phase, of which I was warned, won't last too long...

End Day Two, or, Rarr

So today started with more tiredness and heaviness, and ended with The Cranky. I was in that everything-is-annoying-me place again, and I'm not so much out of it now. Actually, the way I'd more describe the state is somewhere between nothing-excites-me and everything-annoys-me. The yummy dinner I'd planned was a nice diversion, but it didn't get me jazzed the way last night's did. My usual dropsy and heart trouble (another old family expression for constant dropping of things meant to stay in hands) annoyed me far more than usual, unhelped by a killer headache I developed sometime around 3:30 p.m.

I finally dragged my ass out to yoga, which helped some, but that particular instructor's style is what I can only describe as...male. He's good, and strong, and quite gentle and helpful, but the poses he concentrates on are mainly warrior series and lots of plank-to-downward dog-to-plank-to-low-plank-to-cobra kinda stuff. By the end, my arms are killing me and my legs are still tight. Where are my deep squats and Goddess postures?! Where my deep hamstring stretches?

Anyway. I'm still cranky. I got upset in yoga if someone was better than me, which never happens.

Sigh. It makes a person desire very little other than sleep.

Soon, precious.