I know that many of you are hanging on with abated breath, waiting for the latest tidbits from my dietary changes and work with Eric Hulse. And I don’t blame you, I find it infinitely fascinating. I mean, who wouldn’t, right?
I had intended to wait until this whole process was finished. However, if you remember we started this journey way back in June and the rabbit hole, it seems, just gets deeper and deeper. I’m not sure when it will be done.
Dan John turned me onto an interesting concept that he in turn got from Gnolls.org.
Plan the hunt.
Hunt the hunt.
Discuss the hunt.
Turns out it all works a whole lot better when you keep it in that order. I tend to want to rush the discussing thing. Sometimes even wanting to discuss “the hunt” before I’ve even left the house, so to speak.
As things began progressing with Eric I really began to see the value of this idea. It’d be a whole lot better for you if I first had experience behind me, before I began spewing conjecture about what hasn’t even happened yet.
Something happened yesterday that I just couldn’t wait to tell you about.
Everyone local knows I’m on the anti-candida phase of my work with Eric. They know because I won’t shut up about it. At first it was, “Oh my God, can you believe what Eric’s asking me to do now?”
What he was asking was an anti-candida (yeast overgrowth, especially in the gut. Aren’t you glad you asked?) diet, which at first glance is pretty austere. I like to say it’s more Paleo than Paleo. Essentially it removes all possible sugars. Actually it’s easier to tell what I can eat, than can’t.
Non-Starchy Vegetables (You know, asparagus, brussel sprouts, onions, garlic, spinach, cabbage, kale, artichokes, peppers, tomatoes, lettuce, celery, that sort of thing.)
No, I can’t have fruit. No, I can’t have sweet potatoes, or winter squashes. No coffee, No alcohol, No bread, No rice, No grains of any kind, No juices, No sodas, diet or otherwise…
You get the picture.
I won’t lie. The first week was kinda rough. Not so much in the “I feel deprived” kind of way but in the “Holy shit, my brain won’t work!” kinda way.
Now everyone hears about my diet (to be fair, I do wait until they ask) in terms of how great I feel. I was already pretty low carb before I started this phase and it only took about five days to switch over into full on fat burning.
Which finally brings me to what I wanted to tell you today. Yesterday I had lunch with my good friend April. We’re planning a workshop together in December (really, you should come it’ll be a lot of fun) and so met for lunch to discuss some of the details.
I was a little wary as I hadn’t eaten out since I started the diet and wasn’t sure what I could eat. But we were hitting the Indian Buffet and thought surely I can find something.
I settled on a salad plate of cucumbers and onions, tandoori chicken, a cabbage dish and saag (Indian style cooked spinach). It was pretty good, too.
However, by the time I’d paid the bill I was aware I’d eaten something I probably shouldn’t have. I had this bloated feeling. Something I hadn’t felt in months, yet when it came back I recognized as a common post meal feeling. I had a few errands to run afterwards, but once I did get back to the gym I was more than eager for the bathroom.
That night as I prepped for bed, my gums bled when I brushed my teeth. What the hell? That hadn’t happened for months. Yeah, it was a regular occurrence before, but I was passed that.
As I pulled off my shirt I noticed my back was all itchy and welts rose easily to the surface when I scratched. Really? All of this from one bad meal? And it wasn’t even all that bad. All I can figure is that the saag probably had some cream of other kind of dairy in it and that set me off.
What amazed me was how bad it set me off. For the past few weeks I was riding high on how good I felt, how well I was sleeping, how satisfied I was with my food, so much so that I wasn’t even thinking about how I felt before. I never really noticed it before, to be honest. When I did I just explained it away and kept doing what I always did.
It’s amazing how, once you get clear of an allergen how powerfully it affects you when reintroduced. My body has told me, in no uncertain terms, that dairy is now off the list. I get it. I’m listening. Thanks for the reminder.
To our perfect imperfection,