1/17/04 9:22 PM

I had a really great day today – eating wise and other, UNTIL lunch with my daughter and her friend. I got up and went to the health club. Only worked out for 45 minutes, but it was better than nothing. I was too late for the aerobics class that I like, so I did 30 minutes on the elliptical and 15 minutes of upper body weights.

Took my daughter to dance class and then gymnastics tryouts where I met up with my best friend and her daughter, MY daughter’s best friend. We decided to go out to eat lunch. It was around 2:30 and I had not had much to eat at all. Almost nothing, which is not like me. We went to the restaurant, and I started out well. I ordered a steak, a large salad with oil and lemon and that was all. My daughter was sharing my meal, and it was all pretty good. I have gotten her to stop eating 80-90% starches and she now eats meat and salad. I’m taking small steps with her, but she’s doing really well in moving towards type O eating. Anyway, she’ll eat romaine lettuce, but only with lots of ranch dressing. I sort of helped myself to a couple of teaspoons of ranch on MY salad, because it smelled SO good. It was, I am afraid to say, the downfall.

Now, my daughter is a tiny eater. She ate lunch well, and I told her that she could have a chocolate milkshake for desert. Usually the kids shakes come in cups with lids – you can’t see the shake. This time, however it was really thick and came in a cup without a lid. It looked yummy. Long story short, she ate about ¼ of it, as usual, and I ate the rest. I just couldn’t help it – it tasted SO good. It wasn’t really that much – maybe ½ a cup total, but it was enough to make me feel physically awful.

Of course, within 30 minutes, I felt like complete and total yuck. I had a terrible energy crash, my back started to hurt me, and I started to feel cruddy. I pushed through it.

This set me off for the evening. I ate tons of protein when I got home, but also ate 3 or 4 Newman-O’s (Paul Newman’s organic Oreo’s) and a couple of chocolate mint candies. I could feel all control being lost, and knew that it would make me feel even worse. I finally got it all under control by making myself a huge cup (probably 3 cups worth, actually) of Sip Right 4 Your Type Tea. That seemed to calm me down.

This is the thing. I felt wonderful. I knew that eating the shake would make me feel horrible and would set me off, but I did it anyway. Now I have to clear my system out again. I don’t know where the ability to stop that sort of thing before it starts goes.

It’s disappointing, but I will get back on track tomorrow. I am starting to poop out and will head to bed soon. I would have more energy if I HADN’T taken that first bite of ranch dressing and followed it with a sip of milkshake. I don’t know when I’ll truly learn. I don’t understand it because I really don’t want to eat those things. I hate feeling toxic. Bummer.