Here’s how a typical day goes for me when I’m in a ‘I think I was glutened at some point in the past few weeks‘ stage.
I wake up at 5.
I spend a quality hour with my iPad, a few cups of coffee and a Kind bar.
Mid-morning, I’ll grab a bowl of cereal (usually Honey Chex or Gorilla Munch.)
Then I’ll down a handful of Wheat Thins.
(Kidding…just making sure you’re still paying attention.)
So far…so good. I got my senses. My energy is ok. Feeling focused.
Then comes lunch.
Which is a total bummer cause…you know…my day is only half way over.
It’s like somebody injected me with a large dose of tryptophan.
Lethargy…lack of focus…stomach ache. The stuff that dreams are made of!
And then normally, I won’t eat the rest of the day. I’ll even skip dinner and get into bed by 8.
And the cycle begins the next day again.
And then one day, my health kicks in and I’m back to normal and “me and food” are best buds again.
We’re like “Starsky & Hutch”. Like “Laverne & Shirley”. Like “Hawkeye and Trapper”. Like “Gilligan and the Skipper”.
Yes…I watched WAY too much TV as a kid.
And that day will indeed come. I will pull out of this.
But until then, who wants to eat when food is the enemy?