or a piece of turtle cake from Cafe Latte in St. Paul
or even a cold hard dried out gingersnap cookie
ah yes - it does show, doesn't it? I'm a gluttonous gluten junkie who's decided to break free and join the GF crowd.
Saturday, following my 7 mile run, the decision was made to cut the ties with my good friends (in order of importance) cakes, pasta, bread, cookies, donuts, pie & cereal with the hopes that by giving up these delightful, delicious, incredible edibles, I could be freed from the breath-stealing, heart aching, spasms of my throat and esophagus.
I did a little research and there does seem to be some possible connection between the two entities and I do recall that during the Month of Gladness*, I ate cleaner than I do now and basically ate GF the entire time as that's the way my one and only son-in-law, the Silly Yak, eats. So, with Carl's blessings (evident by his purchase of Udi's whole grain bread, two loaves, not the one I requested), I started to make the change.
Day 1 - easy.... I had toast, with my pb & honey combo, followed by a Udi sandwich with sliced turkey and veggies. Almost hit a bump when we stopped at the Ole Store in Northfield for dinner, but the waiter there was quite understanding and guided me towards a delish chicken sandwich sans bun and fries. As always, Carl was wishing he'd ordered the same, it was THAT good.
Day 2 - ehh, pretty much the same.... breakfast, same... almost blew it at church by snagging a mini cinnamon roll. Took one bite, remembered that I was making the change and gave the rest to Carl. (I love having my own walking leftover eater). Lunch was a salad, just veggies and more sliced turkey. But then... at our nephew's baptism... it started... the temptation!! My sister-in-law's pumpkin bars and her mother-in-law's Special K bars!! Heaven help me, and it surely must have, because I resisted and ate the carrots, celery, grapes and mixed nuts instead. Sheesh!!! And then, to make it even more discouraging - the spasms hit as I was eating a carrot. Double Sheesh!!
After we got home, I helped myself to the small cup of Edy's mint and chocolate chip ice cream I'd been saving for the oldest grandson. (Sorry B-man, but Grammy needed a sweet fix) I had convinced myself that the cold of the ice cream would calm the spasms. Sadly, it did not and they continued through the night.
Day 3 - breakfast, same. Snack - rice cakes, little bitty ones with a drizzle of chocolate. Lunch, what lunch? Everything in the house short of the rice cakes has gluten in it!! Oh yea, I can have another sandwich, but there's only Carl's meat... Ooh - I have another small container of Edy's vanilla bean ice cream and I have chocolate flavored rice cakes. Yum. Dinner? I'll probably make some eggs and bacon. That's pretty safe.
They say if you do anything for 30 days, it becomes a habit. I'm hoping that by day 5, it at least gets easier cause this would be an easy habit to break and I don't even need to get to that 30 day mark. That, however, is my goal and I've learned how to achieve goals in the last 3 years.
Step by step.
One day at a time.
Thanks Running - you've taught me that much!
Now, about the run on Saturday. It was another good run. I again implemented the run 2, walk a minute, run 1, walk a minute, routine and I think I like it. That one minute of walking seems so long, it makes me nervous, but I track it on my watch and yup, it's a minute. The weather was perfect - a little breezy, but the temperature could not have been any better. I was made to run in weather like that! Nothing about the run itself was out of the ordinary. Everything was functioning just as it should. No breathing issues, no spasms - just a nice easy run of 7 miles.
There was one brief episode where I thought I was going to be putting myself out of the race. I was running on Hwy 3 back into Rosemount, just north of Connemarra Road, when I looked down and away towards my right. As I did so, I apparently ran off the side of the road and almost turned my ankle on the 4-6 inch drop between the road and the gravel shoulder. The ankle felt a little tweakish for the rest of the day, but a brace and some ice work wonders. Maddie had a little more hitch in her giddy-up than I did, so she was treated to a similar ice routine and made to rest.
It's 13 days until Light the Night. I'm still behind on my fundraising goal. I'm not sure what to do to get there. I'll keep running and hoping the dollars come in to match the runs.
*The Month of Gladness - definition: The month starting April 29, 2012 when my sweet grandson affectionately known as Pip was born and the following 30 days when I was able to be with his mommy, Mouse and his daddy, the Fat Silly Yak in the beautiful TarHeel State.
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