So day one of the new diet started out so wonderful and productive. Oly and I took a long walk this morning with Syd, then while babygirl napped I moved a big pile of crap out to the garage thereby freeing up precious space in our oh-so-tiny house. After her nap, I grabbed Olio and we headed into town. I gave a quick haircut, then we dropped off some documents for Oly’s health insurance, and finally we delivered maternity clothes to a friend. We are so happy and efficient I thought as we cruised along in the volvo with the windows down, Oly just grabbed her toes and squealed in agreement. One more quick stop at the store with no breakdowns, and home.
So how does this super mom keep herself nourished you must ask. Surely someone so put together must plan out her meals so she can adhere to her dietary goals without a hitch. (This is where my day starts to unravel.) Let me explain… I did start out ok, simple breakfast, a few hard boiled eggs and coffee. But even though I enthusiastically prepped my chicken soup last night to begin day one of the Specific Carbohydrate Diet , it takes four hours to cook and I really wanted to go for a walk. No problemo I thought, I will cook it when I come home and have it for dinner. I planned on a nice broiled beef patty for lunch with a little honey (gives it a little something extra). What I didn’t plan for was running into the plate of chocolate chip cookie bars from last night. Ok, so a little trouble, we’ll start over in the afternoon.
Upon returning from our errands, I fired up the stove to cook the soup in my very crappy soup pot, exactly as I did last week when I started the SCD program the first time. (Luckily this blog was not in existence then so there is no written record of that difficult period in my life.) However this time I loaded the pot wrong I guess or messed up the magic words because I horribly burned the bottom of my soup, filling my house with the not pleasant smell of scorched metal and chicken flesh. Can you really blame me for turning to chocolate? Is there any other hope for me?
One pitiful phone call to Thaddy later, I had arranged a trade. He came with gyros for dinner and I made Nordstrom Nordy Bars for dessert. And I have a new plan. I call it the Go To Bed and Try again Tomorrow Plan.