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No Bread in my belly.....


No biggie right?

Eating clean and eliminating all bread from my life.  "No potatoes?" I ask my son who is coaching me.  "Nope," he says.  "But Mom you get to eat peppers, zucchini and all the veggies and 8 ounces of animal protein a day and you love all of those things," He says.

This is doable I tell myself.  Ba hahahahaha

How deceived I am.  Bread is the sum of my life I've found.  By day 2 (yesterday) I'm practically screaming to myself..."I WANT SOME BREAD IN MY BELLY!"

I wake up and want toast.  With hamburger, where is the bun and the chips?  No...not wheres the beef?  "Where is the bread?" my body and mind screams at me.  Literally, screams.

I went to the store to buy buns for  my husband and bought two jars of dill pickles.  I ate half a jar.  I have an itch that can't be scratched and an appendage that has been amputated and I still feel it.  I am addicted.  My mouth waters when I walk by the rolls.  I stop at the gas station and I don't trust myself to go in.  They don't have veggies at the cash register area.

I open the fridge a million times.  What do I eat?  Yep, pickles.   Note to self...grow cucumbers and buy a new pressure cooker.

Bread was my companion.  My friend.  My comforter and my lover.  Lonely...no biggie, have a handful or five of chips.  Afraid?  Bead items to the rescue.  Upset, disconnected or traumatized...bread was the go to.

Guess what else had to go?  Sugar.  Fruit.  Nuts.  Just for now.  To help me get some control.

First is the emotional struggle.  This sounds so stupid as I write it.  I was tearful yesterday for no reason.  I would just start crying.

Behaviorally, I'm anxious and a tad angry.

Physically, I have a massive headache at the back of my head, cramps and feel as if I'm in a fog.  I'm sore in every muscle.  Like I have the flu.

Thankfully, it is summer and the outside is sweet therapy and the sun helps keep the voices away.

I've been googling this topic, "What happens when you quit eating bread?"  And who knew, its the real deal.  Some places recommend, taking slow steps.

WHAT?  If I take one bite of bread right now, I will rip into it like a famished dog.  This advice sets many of us up to fail.   For me, I need to rip the bandaid off the festering wound.



http://www.womenshealthmag.co.uk/weight-loss/healthy-eating/1143/no-sugar-challenge-cold-turkey/

http://nutritionaltherapy.com/the-storm-before-the-calm-why-some-people-get-temporarily-worse-on-a-gluten-free-or-casein-free-diet/





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