The Candida Diaries: Week 8, 9, and 10
Week 8 went so much better.
Like, sooooooo much better.
Even with having to miss out on Pi Day:
And having to miss out on St. Patrick's Day (beer! I miss you. I hope you're doing okay? Take care, old friend)
It was just totally smooth. I think I finally hit that mark where, even when faced with the desire or temptation to cheat on my treatment, the desire to keep feeling good trumps it.
And when that desire is feeling weak, I've been hitting up the coconut oil like a motha:
The good feelings carried into the trip to LA on week 9. My wonderful hosts for the first part of the week, Erica and Chris, were so great about stocking their fridge with things I could eat, and Erica even modified dinners on Thursday and Friday so I didn't stray from my diet.
I was also super delighted to find that Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf now uses coconut almond milk! COCONUT ALMOND MILK IN PROFESSIONAL LATTES, YOU GUYS.
It was as if God had listened to what was in my heart, and answered it.
Please copy Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, other coffee shops. Please. Soy milk is just as gross as regular milk, and I can't say that hemp is much better. But a combination of Coconut and Almond milk? It's sweet without a ton of added sugar, it's creamy without the lactose, and it foams beautifully.
The early part of week 10...didn't go as hot. I had a few non-treatment related cheats, like going to In & Out Burger with Erica after a long, late walk, a couple glasses of white wine at the dinner party Erica threw on Friday eve, and a beer or two with my little brother. Overall, I'm proud of myself for sticking to my treatment the majority of the time, and only slipping for special occasions. Luckily, those slips didn't make me feel like crap the way they have in the past, which either means that my body is healing or it means that I was just so happy being in LA that I didn't notice.
Coming home was actually much easier (in treatment terms...not in mood terms) than I had anticipated. After telling myself to just bite the bullet, I hopped on the scale when I got home and discovered that I hadn't gained any weight, not even with the In & Out Burger and other food-related splurges in LA. I was happy to get back to my old routine, though. The one thing about treatments of this caliber is that they are largely successful when you can stick to a routine, so I was happy to get back to it.
Next week: Vitamins and a thing called shot-gunning Apple Cider Vinegar.
Yep. Just as gross as it sounds, my friends.
Like, sooooooo much better.
Even with having to miss out on Pi Day:
And having to miss out on St. Patrick's Day (beer! I miss you. I hope you're doing okay? Take care, old friend)
It was just totally smooth. I think I finally hit that mark where, even when faced with the desire or temptation to cheat on my treatment, the desire to keep feeling good trumps it.
And when that desire is feeling weak, I've been hitting up the coconut oil like a motha:
The good feelings carried into the trip to LA on week 9. My wonderful hosts for the first part of the week, Erica and Chris, were so great about stocking their fridge with things I could eat, and Erica even modified dinners on Thursday and Friday so I didn't stray from my diet.
I was also super delighted to find that Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf now uses coconut almond milk! COCONUT ALMOND MILK IN PROFESSIONAL LATTES, YOU GUYS.
It was as if God had listened to what was in my heart, and answered it.
Please copy Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, other coffee shops. Please. Soy milk is just as gross as regular milk, and I can't say that hemp is much better. But a combination of Coconut and Almond milk? It's sweet without a ton of added sugar, it's creamy without the lactose, and it foams beautifully.
The early part of week 10...didn't go as hot. I had a few non-treatment related cheats, like going to In & Out Burger with Erica after a long, late walk, a couple glasses of white wine at the dinner party Erica threw on Friday eve, and a beer or two with my little brother. Overall, I'm proud of myself for sticking to my treatment the majority of the time, and only slipping for special occasions. Luckily, those slips didn't make me feel like crap the way they have in the past, which either means that my body is healing or it means that I was just so happy being in LA that I didn't notice.
Coming home was actually much easier (in treatment terms...not in mood terms) than I had anticipated. After telling myself to just bite the bullet, I hopped on the scale when I got home and discovered that I hadn't gained any weight, not even with the In & Out Burger and other food-related splurges in LA. I was happy to get back to my old routine, though. The one thing about treatments of this caliber is that they are largely successful when you can stick to a routine, so I was happy to get back to it.
Next week: Vitamins and a thing called shot-gunning Apple Cider Vinegar.
Yep. Just as gross as it sounds, my friends.
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