Well, despite all of my best intentions the inevitable has happened. I encountered the edge of my daughter's chocolate chip muffin the other morning and I admittedly ate it. But that was merely stubbing my toe. This morning, after only the slightest hesitation, I deliberately defrosted my own whole muffin and devoured it to the last crumb... then I ate the remnants of my daughter's again. Big faceplant! Of course this means that I am honour bound to endure another Strict Week. Clearly the Candida Monkey is still speaking to me.
One thing that I have begun to realize is that I need to be creative with my Strict Week menus in order for them to appeal to my high metabolism husband and daughter. While I can be fully content to eat a salad for my supper, both of them would be clamoring for another meal an hour later. I picked up a whole grains cookbook at the library and I will try some of the recipes and relay my favourites.
I have decided that I will have my one allotted dessert and some homemade pizza for my Saturday dinner tomorrow- as much for my family as for myself. I will resume my Strict Week on Sunday.
No comments:
Post a Comment