There was no way that I’d be able to cut out all grains immediately. As I looked at my diet I felt certain that cutting out all grains at the same time was the surest way to fail. I might as well not even try. I don’t do well with major changes especially when they are related to my stomach.
My only shot was eliminating grains one at a time. I could have eggs in the morning instead of oatmeal, no problem. I actually wasn’t so crazy about oatmeal in the first place. After a week of that I moved on to another grain, wheat. I was eating almost two servings of wheat products on any given day. I decided to cut down to one serving a day and replace the other with a vegetable, one that I would enjoy.
The first few days were difficult, and I slipped a few times. Wheat was the major grain in my diet, it was an ingredient in almost all snacks and desserts I ate, and seemed to be part of almost every side dish I ate. I decided that it might be easier to substitute one grain with another. After a month, I wasn’t eating any oats or wheat. I was down to one serving of rice a day and my days were rather torturous. Friday nights were the worst.
Friday nights have always been an evening out for my husband Frank and I. Ending a busy work week with an evening out had been a tradition which we began while we were dating, back when we could get dinner for $14.00 at our favorite Chinese restaurant. These days we’re able to afford a bit more. Regardless of where we’d dine I always seemed to be denied my favorites. I couldn’t have the delicious soft Italian bread at our favorite bistro. The chips and salsa were off limits when we went out for Mexican. I got really tired of salads and steaks. Worst of all I felt better, but the 24 pounds I had gained weren’t going anywhere. I’d lose five and gain back 4. I was frustrated.