Daniel diet, day 3

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Well, I’m kinda tiptoeing along, waiting for the migraine to strike, and so far … nothing. I’m sleeping very deeply, waking feeling almost refreshed, my mind is clear, most of the aches and ouchies that had become my normal have eased or vanished entirely … Really? Is it possible that it will be this easy?

For the past couple days, although I’ve been reasonably alert and energetic in the morning, by early afternoon I’m tired and needing a nap – and if I don’t take one, the cravings hit HARD. Yesterday, even with the outside temperature up in the nineties (and our air conditioning set at 75), I felt chilled as well as sleepy. So I spent the afternoon snoozing under a fleecy blanket with a book suspended over my face – and not feeling guilty about it because there is absolutely nothing on my agenda right now that’s as important as sticking with this diet. 

A big part of feeling so much better is being off gluten. I’ve known for years that I’m somewhat gluten-intolerant – not so much that I have to give it up altogether, but enough that a daily sandwich leads me in a steady downward spiral of itchy-ouchy-stupid-head misery.

And I’m drinking at least three liters of water a day, which flushes out toxins and generally keeps things floating along.

But still. It seems weird that I’m not suffering more!

Of course, what this really means is that the battle will be waged in my mind. And from that perspective, I must regretfully report that I am so sick of apricots! The birds can have all that are left on the tree, with my blessing! 

And now … because it’s important to illustrate posts, here is a picture of Dude.

Dude with apricot pits

Dude with apricot pits

Dude has been my champion apricot-eating assistant! Any that were too squishy, pecked by birds, or otherwise questionable, he consumed with an attitude of polite cooperation. I hope he will adopt the same approach to plums, nectarines and pears.

In recognition that 40 days of nonstop blathering about Not Eating is guaranteed to be 80 times as boring as three days of nonstop blathering about Not Eating, future Daniel diet updates will be limited to ONE paragraph about Not Eating, followed by something more interesting. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you Dude’s story. So please stay with me!

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About Belladonna Took

Into my second half-century and still trying to figure out what to be when I grow up. Born South African, naturalized American, at constant risk of losing my balance and landing ass-first in the Atlantic. A wife, a mom, a daughter and sister, kind of a grandma. Until recently a full-time dog rescuer, now more concerned with rescuing myself. User of dog hair as accessory, decor and garnish. Technical writer, strategic thinker, occasional entrepreneur. Voiceless poet and storyteller. Born again Christ-follower and former missionary schoolteacher chewing on some uncomfortable questions. Ignorer of rules, challenger of assumptions, believer in miracles. Skeptical libertarian, equal opportunity despiser of politicians and assholes. Gonnabe gardener, wannabe beekeeper, Monsanto-hating tree-hugger. Morbidly obese chocaholic, with a horse I don't ride because I might break him, and if not he would probably break me.

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