I explained to the kids what I was going to be doing and asked them if they wanted to join me. They ran screaming "Noooooooo!!!" from the room. I coerced Ella back and asked her if she would at least accompany me to Costco so I could purchase enormous amounts of fruits, nuts and vegetables. She agreed only because she likes it when the processed chicken nuggets are out for sampling.
Afterwards we headed to Whole Foods to buy gluten-free, sugar-free products that might somehow accommodate my need for snacking on crunchy, bread/cracker/cereal-like products. There aren't any. Every time I found something that looked good, and was gluten-free, it had sugar in it. I stumped two workers in my quest for these items. Both gentlemen asked me why I would take on such a diet. They assumed I was sick. I found that pretty interesting as I didn't think that what I will be attempting to do is that terribly crazy.
The guy from the bakery department was determined to help me find something. Anything. We finally found some bread. I asked him what it tasted like, and without skipping a beat, he replied, "Cardboard." I told him I had agave nectar, so I could slap some of that on it and I'd be good to go. ( I am not supposed to have molasses, honey or artificial sweeteners, but I can have agave nectar and stevia.) He actually knew what I was talking about and told me that it would definitely help. As he handed me the bag, I noticed that there was a packet of some sort inside the bag. Kind of like the small, square pouchy-things that you might find in a box of new shoes. I asked him about it and he paused, looked around then kind of whispered to me. "Actually, this bread has a shelf like of a year. It's double-wrapped and has some nitric something or other in it. Just don't let it sit on the counter - mold will grow within three days of opening it."
I did about three laps around the store finding sugar-free marinara sauce, rice flour spaghetti, "veggie" macaroni noodles among other WONDERFUL food items that I'll be indulging in for three weeks.
I unpacked the goodies on the counter to show everyone what I got. Not a lot of interest from anyone. I told them all that these were MY things - they had to eat their sugared, glutened, caffeined products - they weren't allowed to go near mine. The glazed over looks I received calmed me down. No one will touch my stuff. I'm pretty sure the Nutter Butters will look more attractive.
I am actually looking forward to this. It is supposed to help my body heal itself from all the toxins that have built up inside of it. (My liver, especially, will LOVE this little break.)
I'm pumped for this now, but know that it's going to be tough. I bought the most beautiful fruits and vegetables I could find. I'm hoping that will help this be a bit easier.
Tonight? I had a final Ben and Jerry's "Chubby Hubby" pint. The whole damn thing. I'm sick to my stomach, but happy. That's good, right?