I am generally a healthy eater. I incorporate fruits and veggies whenever possible, drink more water than a bladder can reasonably hold, and truly manage my intake of all things white (bread, sugar, salt, cake frosting). You can imagine my disappointment then, when certain foods I once enjoyed proved themselves no longer compatible with my suddenly delicate constitution.
About a year ago my body reacted to the thrice-weekly breakfast smoothies that comprised my morning routine by making it very clear that 8-ounces of milk in one meal was no longer a wise choice. I now resort to something called rice milk to accompany the occasional bowl of cereal. I don't know how one milks rice, but I do know the result is less like milk than it is something like sugar, water and vanilla extract. It does help the grape nuts go down, however.
Just a few months ago knife-like pains in my intestinal tract alerted me to the fact that popcorn at the movies...or at home....microwaved, kettle corn or otherwise... was a thing of the past. As much as I love the low-cal, low-fat snacking option that is popped corn, the feeling of mini colon ninjas slam dancing is not worth the dietary advantages.
Although the North Carolina weather seems to believe otherwise, fall is officially here, and as is my habit, I treated myself to a giant bag of candy corn. I indulge in a handful each afternoon with a cup of tea, usually an hour or so before the kids get home from school. While the jasmine leaf green tea calms my soul, the little shot of sugar is usually enough to get me through the rest of the work day. This year, though, the candy corn has done me in.
Faster than I believed ingestion to take, I experience splitting headaches partnered with fourth-grade-boy-waiting-for-recess antsy-ness. Whereas I once enjoyed the playful trio of orange, white and yellow layers, now I tend to fixate on the waxy build up left behind on my teeth. After three days of trying to resume my September ritual, I am throwing in the towel. Candy corn has been added to the growing list of nutrimens non-grata. I am holding on to my coffee, red wine and aged cheese with the grip of a desperate woman. What's next, Pop Tarts?
2 comments:
Oh girlfriend, I feel your pain, literally. My attacker has been slowly sneaking up on me too. Gone are the days of salt and vinegar chips,coffee on a empty stomach, salami/olives/bluecheese for a snack.....sigh. As one believer to another, I will be praying that good wine, certain cheeses, and poptarts can stomach our stomachs.
Oh nooooooooooo!!!!
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