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I Suspect Casein

I’m not sure why, but I’ve been suspecting casein as a culprit, rather than lactose intolerance, etc. because I’m fine with butter. And it has less casein in it than milk or yogurt or ice cream.

Here’s an article I found, and in it she describes the physical and emotional symptoms quite well:

http://healthylivinghowto.com/1/post/2011/12/casein-confession-amp-coconut-coffee-creamer.html

I gotta say, I bought some almond milk on Monday, and while I thought I’d hate it, it’s really growing on me!

Y’Know … I’m Going To Pretend Saturday Was Mothers Day

I know it was really Sunday, and I did get a few net things from my kids, but Saturday was a way better day. We went to Wonderland, for one thing! I also didn’t have to make or clean up dinner – we had Wendy’s, LOL!

R was a pest the whole Sunday. K kept whining and bugging R back. M was cranky (though no worse than most days). A kept whining to have a friend over, and she ended up going to a friends house in the afternoon.

DH didn’t even say Happy Mothers Day. He didn’t pretend that M made something for me. Nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch.

I don’t expect fireworks, but I’d like to have gotten something.

So. Saturday afternoon and evening was a lot of fun. To me, that was Mothers Day!

Getting Back On The Wagon

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Me and my snugglebug, which has nothing to do with this post.

It’s harder to get back on the eating well wagon after you fall off. Last weekend was the kicker, I think. And getting back on is like a slooooow crawl.

As a side note, have you ever written with the tiny keyboard on an iPad? Challenging, even if split like so:

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It’s quite challenging. And yes, this pic also has nothing to do with this post! Well, other than being of this post, LOL!

Anyways. I miss feeling good, like I did last week. I’m not exercising, not going for walks and not logging what I eat. And the last two days were hard, mentally, to get through. But the headache is gone (had that yesterday afternoon) and I’m not feeling crazy tired anymore.

Only way to go is up, right?
:)

“You People Make My Ass Twitch”

That’s a line from the movie French Kiss, starring Kevin Kline and Meg Ryan. Her character is mocking him, pretending to be him as an old man sitting at an outdoor café table.

Right now, that’s how I feel about … well … everything.

Yeah. Because of the crap I ate. I had a bunch of that party mix stuff (pretzels, cheezies, ringaloes) while making dinner plus some cookie dough that has flour in it.

And M is awake, for the FOURTH F-ING TIME tonight. Calling out “uppie mommy” while (likely) sitting up his bed.

Seriously? Just go to sleep. I’m tired of this crap.

Now it’s alternating between “Water. Uppie mommy. Water”.

{ long suffering sigh }

He’ll likely be Mr. Miserable tomorrow, just like yesterday and the day before. And I’ll be stuck as a grump. My guts are bugging me and I feel kinda barfy. Oh, and I’m tired of course.

I was feeling so much better about things when I wasn’t eating crap and/or stuff that I think affects me. One test, and I fall off the wagon big time.

I hope I get some quality sleep. I think waiting M out has worked, for now. He’s quite. For now.

Oops, spoke too soon.

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Wheat And/Or Ice Cream = Grump

Okay, I was already a bit grumpy yesterday, having had two nights of crappy sleep, so I shouldn’t have done it to begin with.

At my parents house, I had half a grilled cheese sandwich and a small bowl of ice cream (with jam!) at lunch time. I had some curried cauliflower soup too, but I think that part was okay.

About ten or fifteen minutes after finishing the ice cream, I could feel that my guts weren’t going to be happy. Bloat, a fullness that isn’t a great feeling.

It got worse at home, and I felt yucky. So I compounded the issue by eating a bunch of chocolate chip cookies. I’ve been awesome at curbing any cravings, but I guess once you open the door to wheat and sugar, the craving and need explodes :(

I’m a grump this morning. I’m snapping at R, wanting to yell. Easily irritated.

I have NOT felt that way in quite a while. And I haven’t been eating wheat or dairy in quite a while.

Which one is it, if it was only one of those two, that did this to me? I have no idea. And somehow, I don’t think I care. Experiment complete = my mood is SO affected by one or both of those.

I hope it wears off soon. I already miss being happy. The past few weeks, I’ve been quite happy! But not today. And I miss it.

DH’s Uncle Has Cancer

DH’s cousin just told me now. She and her son live with her parents, DH’s aunt and uncle. We now have her cell number, because his aunt isn’t ready to tell anyone yet. But cousin L wanted us to know.

It’s quite advanced, apparently. He’ll start treatment soon.

He’s in his 60′s. He’s had diabetes since he was a wee boy, and wasn’t expected to live long. People tried to convince DH’s aunt to not marry him because of that. He showed them – he way outlived the doctors predictions!

I’m hoping this can be contained, but it doesn’t look good. Uncle A has a great sense of humour. He and I often play pranks on each other at get togethers, as does my DH and he.

I think I’m still in shock.

Chickpeas

Chickpeas, garbanzo beans, same thing.

Apparently, eating chickpea salad for three days is not a good idea. Whew! But that might be the same for everyone, LOL!

That said, I know I don’t like using chickpea flour in GF baking. For, um, the same reason. The flour just seems to work faster in the digestive tract ….

I Like Notebooks

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I bought two today, while at Target getting lined paper for A and a birthday gift for one of A’s friends this weekend.

We have lined paper, by the way, but I can’t find it. I always find it when I’m not looking for it. When I am looking for it … can’t find it.

The notebooks were a $1.99 each and cute. One is for DnD, and I do need a new one for that, and one is for my exercise log. I’m using a bunch of paper held together by a bulldog clip right now. I’m logging stuff I do at home (squats, bed push-ups since I can’t do them flat on the floor yet, lunges down the hall and back, and desk pull-ups since I can’t do proper ones yet). I lean towards the bed with my feet on the floor and my hands on the bed for the bed push-ups. For the desk pull-ups, I lay under my desk in our closet and grab the front of my desk and lift my upper torso up. Should be lifting my whole body, flat as a board, but I can only do five of those and no more at the moment.

That stuff aside, I like notebooks. And pens. And pencils and erasers and all the potential that they represent. Stories, doodles, ramblings, logs, whatever. I’m a school supply junkie, but I manage to curb that habit pretty well!

I was edgy all afternoon. I also can’t believe I’ve done three blog posts in one day. The kids are in bed and DH went out to either Home Depot or Home Hardware. I can’t remember which. It’s quite and the oven is heating up. I’m going to make some GF oatmeal cookies. For me. Because I want to.
:P

Sensory Overload

Seriously. I’m hiding in our bedroom now, on one of the love seats.

My kids were loud talkers at dinner. I lasted as long as I could. I feel mentally spastic, which is a familiar feeling, unfortunately. It’s like my brain is twitching in reaction to all the noise. It’s an effort to not snap at someone :(

I should probably go outside for some fresh air and to enjoy the nice temperature. They’re outside, though. Isn’t that sad? That’s why I’m holding back from going out. Maybe I’ll go check the mail …

I did have a nap, BTW. It was an hour and forty-five minutes. M had a great nap – he’s currently sleeping a fair bit (touch wood it lasts a while!) – and I needed the snooze.

Not Much To Go On – But Probably Food Sensitivities

First off – my eyebrows aren’t that solid anymore. Sounds weird, but it’s true. Either the hairs have paled or they’re just leaving and not growing back. It used to come and go, but now I just have pale eyebrows, looking more so at the outer edges.

And then, well, my appointment yesterday. Based on my pulse, heart rate, reflexes, eyes, throat and such, I’m healthy. But I still got a paper for bloodwork, to test thyroid, liver, etc. I had M and K with me at the time, so I haven’t done that yet.

With the bloat, even with eating really well, my doc suggested that it’s possible I could have a sensitivity to dairy. Or other things I’m eating.

I’m kinda already on the bandwagon with that thing – hence the food log. Which I stopped doing yesterday because, honestly, it’s a bit of a drag to do. And today I feel crappy. Was it the pasta sauce? Was it the few cookies I had last night? Was it the bit of ice cream I had after dinner?

Questioning everything gets so annoying. It could have been something I ate today, but I don’t know what. Nothing was out of the ordinary compared to other days. I had raspberries on my salad, but I was starting to feel crappy before that.

I’d like to see someone about food sensitivities and get tested. Oh, and maybe go on an elimination diet. Having to do that sounds so fun. It could be neat – I’d be the test subject, ha ha! – but right now I feel kinda bummed and tired. Even though I’ve had three FULL NIGHTS SLEEP IN A ROW! Really, I shouldn’t be tired from lack of sleep. Sleeping from 10:30 pm or earlier until 6:15 am.

I’ve always said that stuff changed when I turned 25. My skin started to react to who-knows-what (I suspect wheat now that I’m “more mature” and knowledgable and all) and I needed steroid cream for the rash and itch. And I now swear it happened again at 35, only I was pregnant and then postpartum and nursing M.

I’m almost 37. And I’m tired of feeling like crap most of the time. And gaining weight by looking at food and hardly losing any when trying to.

Meh.

I’m going to have a snooze now, while M’s still napping. I just want to shut down for a while, even though the kitchen still needs to be tidied from lunch (and, um, breakfast) and the stuff on the top half of the dishwasher needs to be put away.