Susana wrote this after yesterday's blog. "Is it too much to ask for details on how you overcame temptation after the birthday cake? What you went through is what I generally go through every week endâ€¦if you do not mind sharing. Did you take something? Motivational thoughts?"
I laughed when I read it. I wish that I had done something unique or that I had a motivational thought, but to tell the truth I just toughed it out.
What I've learned on the BTD made me aware of what was happening. The wheat, coconut and way too much sugar that made me want more of the very foods that hurt me. It's the pesky Type O characteristic of not being able to handle wheat, yet craving it
We had the birthday cake at an intermission in a video we were watching after dinner. It was fairly late, so I was fortunate in that I didn't have to fight temptation all day. I just had to make it until bedtime.
Whether you've been on the BTD or any other diet, you have had those moments when you threw caution to the wind and ate whatever you wanted. I know you do because I do. When I wake the next morning, I feel bloated, the scale says I've gained weight, I lack energy. And I say to myself, "How could I be so dumb? Why did I do that?" etc. etc.
On the night of the birthday, every time I headed for the kitchen to scrounge for avoid carbohydrates I said to myself, "If you do this you will hate yourself in the morning!" Normally I might have eaten a high fiber beneficial food, just to give myself a little satisfaction. But so soon before I went to bed, I did not need to eat anything at all. I did drink a lot of water which possibly diluted the bad stuff and helped flush it out of my system. To my delight when I woke the next morning the craving for carbohydrates was gone.
So Susanna, there is my motivational thought, "If you do this you will hate yourself in the morning!" Not profound, but it did keep me out of trouble.
Thunderstorms have been rolling through the area most of the afternoon and evening, so the computer has been off. If I type fast, perhaps I can blog about the weekend's food before I hear the next roll of thunder or I start yawning, whichever comes first.
I was at school most of the day Saturday. We print the October student newspaper this week, and I needed to get ahead. I packed my lunch: sliced brisket, steamed broccoli with olive oil, acorn squash, and fava beans. The irony of this lunch is that I was so excited when I found canned fava beans at my regular grocery store. They are beneficial for my As, but my As don't like them. They are neutral for me, and I enjoy them.
Saturday was my husband's birthday. He requested a casserole for dinner that is definitely a Type A casserole. The only ingredient that is not a Type O avoid is ground turkey. My husband and daughter enjoyed the casserole. I made a salad with romaine lettuce, spinach, carrots and some of the ground turkey. He requested a cake that has no redeeming value for any blood type. I ate one piece in honor of the day, and spent the rest of the evening fighting the urge to eat anything with sugar. I won the fight, but it was not easy.
Sunday lunch was at a barbeque place. I had beef, my daughter had chicken, and my husband had turkey. There were several side order choices for the As. The only side for Os was green beans cooked with tomatoes, onions and lots of spices. The spices were what made it good. I wish I knew what they were.
Dinner tonight was a la carte. My husband had lentil soup and salad. My daughter had a dish of carrot salad, a dish of tuna salad, and a bowl of grapes. I had a salad made with shredded carrots, fresh spinach, and tuna, plus a bowl of the best Swiss chard I've ever cooked. I made it the same way I usually do, it must have just been really fresh.
My husband's grandmother lived to be more than 100. In the 90s when they were selling her house, we were given several items. Among them were two antique finished brass lamps. For 10 years one has been on my son's desk and one on my daughter's. I've dusted them every week.
The painters have finished in my son's room. Before I moved all the knick knacks back, I thought this would be a good opportunity to oil all the wood and thoroughly clean the hard surfaces. I had in my hand a paper towel that was wet with glass cleaner. Instead of getting a dry rag, I began to wipe the lamp with the wet towel. The lamp began to get sticky. I sprayed on more cleaner and wiped with more paper towels.
The lamp did not have an antique finish. It was a beautiful bright brass lamp covered with years of grime. A few minutes of scrubbing and it was shiny and beautiful.
What does this have to do with the BTD? I'll tell you. Sometimes when I look at my legs I see years of eating whole wheat and dairy products. Though I ate what society said was a "healthy" diet, and though I exercised regularly, I was building layer after layer of lumpy fat on my legs. I seemed powerless to stop it.
From the first week I started the Type O diet, it's as if I've been removing the buildup of avoids one layer at a time. It's a slower process than wiping a grimy lamp with cleaner, but the improvement is no less obvious.
I admire friends who plan their menus a week in advance and go to the store with an organized shopping list. I'm not like that. I'm an impulsive cook and an impulsive shopper. Don't get me wrong, I'm not lured away by fad foods or processed food in fancy packages. But I am influenced by what's on sale. If it's a good price, and it's on the BTD list, I'll buy it and figure out later how and when to cook it.
Every week I make one trip each to a health food market, a regular grocery store, and a wholesale club. I take a list of things that I'm out of and special requests from the family. Other than that, I browse around looking for bargains or waiting for inspiration.
The vegetable prices have been really good this week. Fruit prices are up from the summer. But the stores are practically giving winter squash away, and the displays are full of a variety of beautiful greens. Okra and asparagus have been on sale, so have onions and sweet potatoes. When I came home from the store yesterday, I realized my refrigerator was full.
Bargain or not it wouldn't hold any more vegetables. I began cooking and we began eating fresh vegetables as fast as we can. I have not fixed fancy vegetable recipes - I've just steamed them or baked them and served them with olive oil and salt.
Tonight I served with the vegetables cod baked in lemon juice and ginger juice. It was very tasty and very filling.
My class is starting the production phase of the October issue of the student newspaper. Painters arrive tomorrow to repaint the inside of our house. It's going to be an interesting two weeks, with quite a bit of disruption from normal routines.
Today I ran at the park with the hill. It was a warm, foggy, morning which meant a muggy run. Because of that I didn't run fast today. But I'm pleased with the way I ran.
The first time I ran at this park was about a year ago. I had been on the BTD only 4 months. I went to the park to climb the hill, thinking that would be more strenuous than walking. I had no intention of running; I was much too self conscious - a 50 year old woman who hadn't run in 20 years. But when I saw how the path wound through the trees, and realized that no one could see me, I broke into a light jog.
I didn't run far that day. I was way out of shape. But I ran far enough to remember how much I had enjoyed running back in my 20s. I thought the dirt path would be fairly easy on my knees, and I made the decision to come back and run again the next week. It took a while to be able to run a mile, and a while longer to run a mile and a half. Then I began working on a steady pace and a smooth style.
I'm no longer embarrassed if someone sees me running. In fact I enjoy passing walkers on the trail. Even more I enjoy seeing muscles in my legs where a year ago there were none.