Well, when I started this experiment about three weeks ago, the plan was to go a full four weeks without dairy or flour products. At first I felt hungry all the tine and I didn't like it much. After two weeks I was kind of getting into the groove, but today I slipped up in a major but calculated way. The kids got to not only pick what was for dinner, but also got to prepare it. I had an alternative hot and ready for me to eat, however, home made fettucini with home made alfredo, goat cheese and rosemary souffle, and roasted carrots, it was too much. Squash soup was not going to compete with such a feast. I dove into all of it, and enjoyed every moment with reckless abandonment, and now I am paying for it. I feel so full that I feel like my tummy is stretching out, I have a sick sinking feeling from my shoulders down to my belly button, I wish I felt like throwing up, because I would gladly over feeling this way. And for those of you that don't know me personally, I take great measures to keep from thawing up. I have a whole routine of sitting or laying perfectly still, ensuring no one touches me, and that no one makes too much noise around me to avoid such an event, but today I would take it. I never thought I would say it, but pasta and cream sauce makes me feel ill and I should probably avoid it as much as possible. And all this time I thought it was my favorite food, a perfect union born in heaven just for me. All tjhis time it as been making me feel bloated, and I didn't eve pn realize it.
Here is the worst part. My husband knew and he told me all the time, and I just wouldn't believe it. He would say things like "Well, I better eat this today and enjoy it because one day you are going to tell me to quit making it because you don't like the way it makes you feel." Well, sorry honey, I don't like the way it makes me feel and the kids are going to have to beg before you can make it again.