No Wheat - Last Day

It's my last day of not eating wheat.  I think I'll make it. 

Although after I cheated with the bagel and told you it wouldn't happen again, I ate tortellini (what could I do -- it was free) and a cookie.  Both of which most likely had wheat in them.  But since there is no way to know for sure, we'll say there wasn't. 

There.  I came clean.  I feel better.  Cleaner. 

No dairy week.  I'm not looking forward to that.  I think I just realized that means NO CHEESE.  Now what is the point of that?

No Wheat, No Cry

Well, before I started this project, I had no idea that my life, my feelings and my ultimate happiness were all connected to wheat.  But based on how this week has gone (translation = badly) I think I can safely say that wheat was the thing holding my little life together and making me react to things like a normal grown up adult (most of the time).

I can't really give you too many specific examples as much of it as wheat was apparently also powering my big, gigantic brain.  Just ask the people at work, they know I've been off my wheat game a little bit.  One example: thinking that someone told me that the Oregon Department of Education was going to be sending out the invitation to our office party.  Um...yeah....now, why again would you think that?  Only wheat can tell.

Then my kitty cat got sick.  And I took her to the vet.  And immediately started bawling.  And the vet said, "Is your cat being sick what's upsetting you?  Because this is really no big deal at all."  HA!  Hilarious.

*$(*)#@ing wheat.

After I got home from the vet, I went straight to the coffee shop, announced, "Fuck this wheat thing, give me a bagel!" and everything has been okay since.  I just cheated with the bagel.  And I won't cheat again this week.  But I tell you what: it was necessary.

Next week is dairy.  I can't wait to find out what parts of my life are connected to 1/2 and 1/2.  UGH!

Self Control and My Lack Of It

It's been awhile. I've been getting ducks in a row. I finally finished and now I don't know what the heck to do with them. Stupid ducks. While I was spending the last eleven straight days doing things that other people wanted to do, I realized....(drumroll) I need some time to do things that I like to do. To take care of myself. Wow. Revelation! This also led me to start thinking about my obvious lack of self control. It's difficult for me to censor myself or not throw something at you from across the room because I think it's funny. And while I can't do anything about those things...(or don't want to) I CAN do something about my belly. My Christmas present to myself (yes, I said Christmas. I said it. Not holiday. Christmas) is to lose 20 pounds by Christmas (see, I said it again). The bad news: in order to do that, I'll have to exhibit some form of self control. I considered it. I pondered it. I thought about it. I sat on it. And here's what I came up with: I like weird projects so I'm turning this into a crazy project and I would love company. If you want to participate with me...do it. Just jump in. Here's the plan: There are nine weeks left until Christmas (yep, that's the third time I said it) and for each of those weeks I will either concentrate on one specific thing or give up one specific thing. I'll track my results and see which week works the best. And I'm just assuming that by doing this, I'll lose around 20 pounds. This is not based on scientific fact or any research whatsoever. No doctors were involved in this plan. Oct 22 - This coming Monday. Giving up alcohol for one week. Oct 29 - Giving up sugar for one week. Nov 5 - Giving up bread for one week. Nov 12 - Giving up wheat for one week. Nov 19 - Giving up dairy for one week. Nov 26 - Not eating after 7:00pm for one week. Dec 3 - Eating vegan for one week and giving up alcohol at the same time. Dec 10 - Giving up sugar for one week. Dec 17 - Doing Bikram Yoga every day for one week. Okay, who wants in?