Why alcohol is the worst thing for a healing diet – but not for the reason you think

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Any of us with IBD or other digestive problems know that alcohol is anathema to a healing diet. It’s highly inflammatory which basically means it can make your horrible symptoms a whole lot more horrible. But that’s not my problem with alcohol – not my primary problem, anyway.

I am in remission and while I took alcohol out of my diet completely for my first month on SCD, I reintroduced wine and vodka slowly – which is okay to do if you’re in remission. I often enjoy a glass of wine in the evenings, and occasionally vodka mixed with juice. But what happens when it’s more than a single drink in one night?

Willpower + alcohol = diet disaster

I don’t think there are many people who find it easy to follow a strict diet, be it SCD, paleo, autoimmune paleo or something else. This means that every day, you need to make an active decision to eat properly, and every day is a concerted effort to avoid the foods you’d love to eat. For me, it’s a daily battle of wills, and most days, I win. Most days, I’m not two or three glasses in.

When I’ve had more than a drink or two, it becomes infinitely harder to fight the voice of temptation in my head. Because alcohol lowers one’s inhibitions, it’s means that not only do you sing louder than usual or propose to strangers, but also your usual steely reserve – at least when it comes to your diet – starts to crumble.

Your brain on booze: The drunken munchies

Fast forward two, three glass of wine, and suddenly you’re cured of your lactose intolerance and gluten really isn’t that bad. The angel on your shoulder has given up the ghost, cracked open a beer and is chilling with the devil on the other side – probably taking bets about how long it’ll be before you termite your way through your girlfriend’s treat cupboard.

Cookies, chocolate, burgers, cereal, pure lumps of sugar – nothing is safe from my greedy, sugar-seeking paws when I’ve had more to drink than I should. I don’t even bother bargaining with myself – I pre-forgive myself and reason that it’s been so long and I’ve been so good.

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The last time the booze-binge monster came out to play… and the time before that

Last Friday we played a zombie-themed board game at a friend’s house. Board games are not my bag at the best of times, and zombies bore me to tears. So, I played halfheartedly while knocking back glasses of wine. We all were; it was merry!

But when I got home, the booze-binge monster was raring to go. Luckily, I only had ‘healthy’ food to binge on – but it didn’t stop me clocking a bag of cashews (I shouldn’t be eating them) and several handfuls of dates (a big hit of sugar) before managing to get myself under control.

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The time before that, however – about a month earlier –  the binge included several chocolate eggs left over from Easter, 12 chocolate chip cookies and several lemon-flavoured ones – all from K’s cupboard, and all within a space of about 5 minutes. I was out of control and reasoning that it’d been so long since I indulged, but also that we’d just got back from Bali and I’d eaten like mad so I was still kinda on that vibe, but also they’re just cookies and tomorrow is a new day… blah, blah bloody blah. It’s all boozy bullshit.

For K

Dear K…

Testing your own reactions to alcohol

We all react differently to booze. I don’t actually dance on bar stools or propose to strangers. I don’t do daring or stupid or crazy things when I’ve been drinking. I talk a lot – but I do that when I’m sober too (so I feel pretty sorry for those around me). And I eat ferociously. If this sounds like you too, then you – like me – need to limit or restrict your alcohol consumption. We work so hard to control our diets, that it simply isn’t fair on us to let our drunken selves destroy the solid foundation laid by our sober selves.

Do any of you experience these kinds of booze-food binges on your diet, or do you avoid alcohol altogether?

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Day 84: What’s wrong with this picture? A cautionary tale about getting drunk on SCD

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I mean besides the bright pink eye-shadow and multi-coloured nails?

THAT PINK DRINK!

Last night, 84 days in, I completely fell off the SCD wagon – and yes, today I am filled with remorse and I’m hating myself pretty badly.

The day started out well enough. K, my sister and I went on a little shopping trip and ended up stopping for refreshments at the new branch of Osumo up the road from us – it’s a health food cafe that sells amazing natural fresh food. Perfect.

My sister and I each had their 100% apple juice, which is so pure they may as well be standing at your table and squeezing it from the apple as you drink it. I’ve never had pure fruit juice like that at a restaurant before, and I was so impressed. K had a ‘Chocolate Frosty’, which is made from banana, frozen yogurt and a few other things. She was so chuffed that it was delicious despite being healthy!

Just LOOK at that pure apple juice!

Just LOOK at that pure apple juice!

Apple juice and a Chocolate Frosty from Osumo

Apple juice and a Chocolate Frosty from Osumo

I had to add this picture of my cute little sister!

I couldn’t resist posting this pic of my cute little sister!

The rest of the day went fine too, and I pre-ate before we went out last night. We’d planned a super gay night out on the town – yay!

We started at our friends’ place with bubbly (it wasn’t a sweet one, though it was carbonated – a big no-no for me) and shots of jagermeister. I have never looked into this, but I’m pretty sure jagermeister is NOT SCD legal.

Then we got to the restaurant – and incredibly vibey place with an amazing drinks menu. I already had my buzz on, and I was failing to hear to frantic warning sirens in my head. I ordered a cosmo. My reasoning? It’s vodka and cranberry juice, and cranberry is good for you!

Of course, in the sober light of day, I am fully and painfully aware than the ‘cranberry juice’ they put into a cosmo is very, very, VERY far removed from anything natural I should be consuming. Actually, I realised this when the first sugary blast hit my tongue. But by this point, I was too tipsy to worry. And then, because I’d ‘already’ slipped up, I went on to order a strawberry daiquiri (the pic above), which I think is SO illegal on SCD it could actually get me arrested.

By the time I finished my super-potent drinks, I had not a care in the world. I didn’t order food, but when K’s arrived, it looked amazing.

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AH! I thought, regressing back to my pre-SCD brain, onion rings! Somehow, my drink-addled brain decided that because I’d already safely introduced onion, it would be fine to eat the BATTERED DEEP-FRIED onion rings off K’s plate. I took one bite and realised OMG GLUTEN!!!!!! and then quickly finished the lot while K shook her head sadly and repeated ,’84 days, 84 days’ and ‘I don’t know how to stop you.’ Thank goodness I managed to rein myself in before these shortbreads arrived at the table:

What would a super gay night out on the town be without penis cookies?

What would a super gay night out on the town be without penis cookies?

The rest of the night was okay. I drank water and/or vodka with soda water, but the guilt hung over me like a cloud. It still does today, and I’m hoping that writing about it here will at least benefit someone.

I’m sad that I knowingly cheated (and so badly!) so far into this. BUT I also realise that as human beings following a pretty difficult diet, slip-ups probably are inevitable. I’m no better or worse than anyone else, and I didn’t die (despite feeling like death today).

It  also made me realise that my food inhibitions willpower completely evaporates the moment I start drinking shots – something that I thought I’d conquered, but clearly have not. So whether or not they’re legal (like tequila), it’s not a good idea for me to have shooters EVER. I’m also strictly back on the diet so this is not a free pass to remain fallen-off-the-wagon.

Sigh. I really despise myself right now but I realise it’s not productive. Instead, I’m going to publish this post and let it take the self-hatred with it. Then, I’m going to have a big glass of water, a couple of eggs, and re-read this excellent article from SCDLifestyle.com that seems so applicable right now, about the glass wall mistake that people make when they think they’re getting better.

How’s your diet going?

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Day 48: Nuts & booze – great at a bar, not great in your belly

After the terrible bloating of earlier this week, the last day or two have been great. Today I had zero bloat (until half an hour ago – more on that in a bit), and although I’ve had some gas, I’ve felt really good. So much so, in fact, that I squeezed into my tightest jeans tonight with no discomfort.

So what did I do differently these past two days? First of all, after cutting out bananas for a few days, I re-introduced them and made sure they were properly ripe. They seemed to treat me fine. I also tried to eat fewer than usual (so, maybe six a day instead of sixteen 😛 ).

I’ve also avoided the yoghurt for a few days, and that’s made a huge difference. I’ve just come back from a birthday party at a hipster tequila bar down the road, called Cabrito:

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Cabrito, Green Point

Look at all that hipster decor and shit!

Look at all that hipster decor and shit!

Thanks to a belly full of vodka and tequila (more on that, too, in a minute), I’ve been scavenging for food. For those of you who’ve read my earlier posts, you’ll know I get bingey when I’m tipsy, and I scavenge for anything sweet.

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Drunken selfie

So I had a couple of (small) bowls of yoghurt with some extra honey, and almost immediately, I can feel that the bloat and gas has set in. I know that some people only experience the side-effects of food up to a day or two after eating it, but for the most part, I can always tell pretty much straight away, or within a couple of hours. Right now there are bongo drums in my tummy! Much as it sucks, it’s great to pinpoint these things so precisely. So that’s the ‘nuts’ part of this post.

So about that tequila

I am not a big drinker, but as someone who enjoys her wine and has the occasional night out, it was important to me to know what alcohol I could consume on this diet – mainly so that I don’t drink the wrong kind. Dry wine (red and white) is okay; vodka (not grain-based vodka) is okay, and tequila is a grey area. However, I’ve learnt from others that tequila agrees with some people more than vodka does.

As always, when in doubt, I turn to the SCDLifestyle.com guys. And here’s what Steve Wright says about tequila:

Rum and Tequila are not called out in the legal/illegal list on pecanbread’s list.  However, I did find an old letter from Elaine saying that consuming light rum was okay but not dark rum.  However I was unable to find anything in the SCD world that speaks on Tequila.

My take on tequila is that you should probably avoid it while on the SCD diet.  According to the Mexican government regulations all natural ingredients must be used in the production of tequila.  Manufactures may add caramel coloring, glycerin, and sugar based syrups to flavor it.  Also remember that yeast is used to ferment the blue agave sugars which could cause trouble for people with digestive problems.

And this was exactly the sense I had when I downed this:

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Those beautiful little Patron babies tasted delicious (well, the one that I had), but I could instantly taste that it was packed with sugar and a million other SCD illegals. So I didn’t have another – instead, I drank that very sensible (okay, semi-sensible) tall drink behind it, which was vodka with pure apple juice. Yes, I snuck a bottle of pure apple juice into a hipster craft beer bar. I am quite possibly their new leader.

So, right now, I ‘feel’ sober but I can tell you, from the litre of yoghurt and honey I just slurped down, I am probably not. And I’m going to pay for this tomorrow morning at 9am when our cleaning lady arrives and I want to die. But two vodkas and one tequila isn’t so bad for a four-hour stint, right? Oh, and there was also the glass of red wine after work.

But I didn't touch any of this!

But I didn’t touch any of this!

I do think booze affects my gut, but it seems to be okay if I give myself a few days’ break in between. Will be VERY interesting to see my BMs tomorrow…

My diet and BMs right now

I’m eating all the things I’ve been enjoying up until now, with the exception of the yoghurt, which I’m going to have to re-strategise on 🙂 I’ve introduced coriander (cilantro) and it’s going well. Now I get to decide what to introduce next. It’s my favourite part of this diet 🙂

For the past few weeks, my BMs have been generally good. The constipation that I experienced in the early stages has pretty much cleared up, and I have decent BMs every morning, and sometimes in the evening too (which is such a bonus). I think that all that needed to happen was introducing a few new veggies into my diet. Maybe the yoghurt is, ironically, helping too?

All in all, I’m in a good place 🙂

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Day 34: Amazing food without cheating!

I knew today would be better than yesterday, and it was 🙂

Work was still pretty shit. The day after a big screw-up is still the day after a big screw-up. But I left work earlier than usual, swung by my favourite supermarket, and picked up some gorgeous wine for tonight.

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Cappupino Cinnotage by Boland Cellar. Absolutely decadent!

As soon as K got home, we cracked open our coffee pinotage and retired to the couch. Unexciting as it is, our favourite way to spend a Friday night is together, just the two of us, watching series and eating yummy food.

By the time supper rolled around, I was onto my third glass of wine. Perhaps a bit too much for day 34, but I feel I’ve been SO controlled for more than a month, that it’s not the end of the world.

You say tomato…

Hello tomatoes! My tummy felt great today, all day, despite TWO cups of coffee at work (about 4 hours apart), so I decided it was time to test the tomatoes. I plonked them in two batches into boiling water to make it easy to remove the skin. Don’t leave them in too long! I made that mistake with the first batch, which made it difficult to get the seeds out (as they just fall apart). One minute is enough. I peeled them all, cut them into quarters, and scraped out the seeds and ‘veins’, and then placed all the flesh into a pot of water with some chopped garlic (yay for garlic!).

Not mine... but mine will look this profesh next time round ;-)

Not mine… but mine will look this profesh next time round 😉

While it cooked, I made some gem squash and grilled a piece of venison meat. Venison is interesting. It smells terrible when it’s cooking – like wet dog. The whole apartment stank! But it tastes great. Even K liked it, and she usually tells me that my SCD meat tastes like ‘balloon’.

While I was cooking, I asked her to mash my avo for me. Mashing it is not essential but I prefer it. This is what she did:

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So cute! And then, my dinner was ready. And this is what it looked like:

Venison steak, gem squash and butternut, and tomato sauce with garlic

Venison steak, gem squash and butternut, and tomato sauce with garlic

It was such a wonderful dinner, with so many different flavours. I LOVE adding avo to my meal. It works especially well with meat, and the creaminess fills the void that may be left by a lack of sauce or flavourings.

It’s been about an hour or two since I ate, and I feel fine. No bloating as yet, and no discomfort. While I’m relying on the squashy veg almost daily, I’m adding more and more elements to create different kinds of meals.

The problem with wine

The wine seems to be going well, but there’s just one problem: It always has, and seems to still, cause me intense cravings. When I drink, all I want is SUUUUUGGGAAAAAAAAR. I haven’t cheated and I won’t, but it’s a consuming desire that I can’t seem to talk myself out of. K is sitting next to me eating Lindt balls that I bought for her. I saw them in the supermarket and I couldn’t resist, because they are CARAMEL! I’ve never seen them before and she loves caramel. I am quite literally salavating at the sight. Red wine and chocolate would be my personal heaven right now. I mean, just look at these babies!

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But if this is the worst of it, I can handle it. I’ll have another banana, I’ll finish my wine, and I’ll brush my teeth. I am so excited to be expanding my diet with exciting new foods every few days, and the cravings, while not entirely pleasant, are completely manageable.

Now it’s time for movies, then a hot shower and a delicious soft bed. Oh weekend, how I love you!

How is your eating going?

Day 31: Coffee, wine and coconut tea. The fun has found me.

(Note: I apologise in advance for typos, rambling and general annoyance. The wine testing is already underway).

So it was probably silly of me to try coffee and wine on the same day, after my extremely careful 3 or 4 day testing of EVERYTHING, but today I really did throw caution to the wind.

First of all, the ‘completely natural’ orange and coconut-infused tea that I ordered from Wellness Warehouse (they’re amazing; every time I order something they throw in some deeelicious freebies, like strawberry body lotion or mango body butter) actually has ‘natural flavourings’, which we’re warned about time and again on SCD. I’m sure most other people can handle it fine though.

Anyway, I took a chance and tried a cup, and it made me a little bloated. Plus I didn’t like it very much, so no loss. I’m still loving the rooibos and vanilla tea and the apple juice I ordered, and this time round I bought some pear juice too.

If you have 4 minutes to spare, definitely watch the video below. It’s brilliant, and anyone following a clean eating path will be nodding along the whole time!

Testing, testing, come in coffee

First thing this morning, with my boiled eggs, I had my first cup of coffee in 31 days. I used the Nespresso machine at work so I diluted it with hot water, and it was lovely (if black, sugar-free coffee can be described as ‘lovely’). Plus, I didn’t seem to suffer any ill-effects, like the ‘coffee cramps’ my sister and I often joke about.

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First coffee in 31 days. Even my owl felt perked up!

Then of course, tonight was WINE.

I made it a big deal. Instead of eating supper in front of the TV, I insisted we lay the table, whip out the ‘for guests’ serviettes, light some candles (despite the heatwave) and make it a bit of a ceremony. K had wanted to take me to a roof-top bar near our apartment for my first glass of wine, but as usual my stress kicked in (“When will I cook supper?” “What about traffic?” etc etc – my tendency to stress is going to be my undoing).

So here’s what dinner looked like:

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(In case you’re wondering, that’s a plate full of gem squash, butternut, roasted garlic and minute steak. AND WINE)

And here’s a close-up of my beautiful wine, which was actually a bottle I got for my birthday in December. My friends have good taste. Just FYI, I think a chenin might actually be too sweet for this diet, so next time I’ll go for something drier.

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I’m a little bloated after dinner, wine and bananas for dessert, but nothing major and nothing I can’t handle. I am well aware that wine might well cause me bloating, but it’s a risk I may be willing to take a few times a month. I’ll wear stretchy pants on those days 😉

I’ve had no other bad symptoms today despite the weird tea, coffee and wine, but let’s see how my tummy behaves in the morning. My morning BMs are always a great indication of my overall response to the food I’m eating.

I feel I must just note: if you still have symptoms, or you’re in a flare, DO NOT DRINK. It’s recommended that you only consume alcohol once you’ve been symptom-free for 3 months. I started Asacol in November and have been symptom-free ever since. Alcohol is an irritant and it can be extremely harsh on your gut. Drink with severe caution and if you feel it’s worsening your symptoms, STOP. And always drink in moderation.

What’s the toll of this diet on my relationship?

Today was a hard day for K and I. It was the first time in a month that I’d turned down a social outing (drinks at the Piano Bar) because I needed enough time to cook and exercise. I can no longer just grab a chicken wrap on the way home, after all, and when I’m feeling strong, I want to take advantage and spend a quality 30 minutes with Jillian.

I realised that I’ve been fairly selfish this whole time, making it a lot about me, and K has been so incredibly supportive. Sometimes I need to let go (I’m a TOTAL control freak, and if I can possibly find a way to stress about something, I will). And I need to learn to compromise more. But we also both know that these 90 days will be the hardest – and actually, as they progress, it’ll get easier. I think life will be SO much simpler when I can eat raw fruit and veggies that aren’t cooked to death, and dinner can be cooked in half an hour rather than 2 or 3 hours.

Also, it’s hard because K sees me striving towards a healthier life, but doesn’t really have the inclination to do it herself. She is trying to eat healthier these days, and she’s doing really well, but she feels like she should be doing more to get healthy because I am. But she doesn’t have a serious digestive disease, and she’s making an effort on her own path, so she needs to go easier on herself (without giving up).

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This diet doesn’t just affect you. It affects your partner too. I’ve heard of people who’ve done it as a couple, but I would never subject someone to this diet unless they too had significant health issues. I think it’s enough that K reminds me not to contaminate my SCD counter. She’s been an amazing support and I’m pretty sure I’d have thrown in the towel without her beady eye watching me.

More wine, madam?

Don’t mind if I do! No, I’m just kidding. I’d love another little splash, but I had one glass and I’m going to leave it at that. Too much could skew my results. But ahhhh… okay, maybe another little sip…

The other problem, of course, is that the minute I start drinking wine, I start craving BAD SUGAR. I have a mental block in place now that says I CANNOT HAVE ANY, but I’m not sure how far I want to test that resilience.

I’ll certainly keep testing the wine, and I’ll definitely let you all know how it goes 😉

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A cautionary tale