We’ve just returned home from a long day of socialising and fun activities. As we walked through the front door, K said to me, “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” This is an old habit: Until a few months ago, I’d have to race to the bathroom as soon as we got home from being out, whether it had been for half the day, like today, or just an hour or two. It made me feel so good to think of how far I’ve come, and how much more controlled my UC symptoms are at the moment.
I did feel bloated for most of the day today, and constipated. I felt like I needed to go all day, but just couldn’t force much out. Plus I know forcing is bad – but I really hate that feeling so much! I think I ate too many bananas early in the day (confession: Four in a row), and also, I’ve been drinking wine every day for five days. From
tomorrow Monday, I’m going to test how I fare without wine, since I’ve done more than enough testing to see how I fare with it!
Letting go of food
Today we went to the first birthday party of a good friend’s baby. The spread included mini hotdogs, mini cheeseburgers, single-finger Kit Kats and cake. CAKE. Cake. CAAAAAAAAAAKE. Yes, I drank three (small)
glasses tumblers (it was a kiddies’ party after all) of wine during our few hours there, but I hardly batted an eyelid at the food, and didn’t once feel like I was missing out, even when the cake was cut and everyone around me was digging in with delight.
I think the difference between telling yourself you really shouldn’t have something (ie when you’re dieting) versus telling yourself you really CAN’T have something is enormous, and makes a huge difference psychologically. In fact, telling yourself you shouldn’t have it often just makes it all the more appealing.
We had such an interesting talk with my friend’s gran, who is 81. What a lovely woman with a fantastic sense of humour, and so open-minded. She told us that she hates to cook, doesn’t like meat, and isn’t particularly fond of food. To her, she said, the perfect meal is a ‘good cookie and three cups of coffee’! She said sometimes she just eats a box of chocolate cookies for dinner. And you know what? If I make it to 81, fuck the gluten. I too will eat chocolate cookies for dinner. Because if you can’t do it 81 – and I sure as heck can’t do it now at nearly 31 – when the hell can you?
Drunk shopping, picnicking and open-air theatre
We then headed to Cavendish Square, a swanky shopping mall in an upmarket area, where, fuelled by my three goblets of wine, I spent a disgusting amount on a faux leather jacket. I’m embarrassed by how much I dropped on it but guys, it’s just so the-best-thing-ever. Plus I estimated that it’s roughly how much I’ve saved on chocolate in the past 36 days 😉
Next was Maynardville, where we had a picnic beside a beautiful lake. Packing for a picnic can be challenging in the beginning of the SCD, because you can’t really take hot food, and most cold snacks are off limits. I took some thinly sliced roast beef that I bought at the supermarket (tasty, though I think it had some illegal spices on it), some bananas (no surprises there) and an avo.
It was such a perfect, delicious meal and I didn’t feel I was missing out. The setting was absolutely breathtaking. We really are so lucky to have such beauty on our doorstep. Here’s a pic of our shoes and some young Egyptian geese gobbling up K’s popcorn. We sincerely hoped that popcorn isn’t harmful to birds.
The play was Richard III, which was good but to be honest, we couldn’t understand much of it (and I have a degree in English!). We left at interval because it was already late, we were getting cold, and K was falling asleep.
I tested tomatoes again today, for lunch, and I had no problems (from what I could tell over and above the bloating I already had). I haven’t decided what I’m going to test next, so I think I’m going to head on over to Pecanbread.com right now to figure it out!