After my “bender” before Thanksgiving, I figured I’d worked out all my need to break rules and eat junk. Well, the whole Thanksgiving is a great paleo/primal holiday didn’t end up working out as well as I would have liked.
I ended up at a social function that included food and given the amount of money I was paying to be at the event, there was no way I was turning down the food. The appetizers and salad were more or less paleo compliant (just leave out the bread), but it was the Alsatian Tarte Flambées (aka French Pizza) that did me in. Finished off with a pumpkin pie that tasted like it was spiked with amaretto and my night was one big wheat fest.
Now, when I went on my little bender a couple of weeks back, I didn’t suffer too many ill effects other than wondering what my problem was and some icky-ness from a bad combination of food and beer. This time was a little bit different. (I warn you now to stop reading if you are uncomfortable with bodily functions or anything of the sort…not that I will be overly graphic, but I still felt a duty to warn.) I ended up having quite a bit of gas and feeling very out of sorts for a good 24 hours following said event. While the food was tasty, I now know without a doubt what a wheat binge will bring. I’m sure there is a critical point of how much wheat tips me over into the bad side effects range, but really, if I wasn’t convinced before not to eat wheat, I think this pretty much seals the deal.
On a better note, my family was pretty helpful is trying to help me remain paleo compliant. My sister would fix me and my mom a plate of food instead of making us sandwiches, which she was making for everyone else. There were a couple of times where I had some wheat – namely fresh NY bagels one morning. I couldn’t pass them up entirely, but I didn’t eat my usual whole bagel with cream cheese. Just a piece of my sister’s bagel.
I’d really like the rest of my family to move more towards a paleo way of eating, but so far it’s just my mom and I. I mean carbs like fresh NY bagels are hard to give up on a crisp fall morning. I’m not going to lie. However, I know firsthand what wheat will do to me. The wheat wars will continue I’m sure. And I’m sure that there will be more times in the future when I’m not as paleo as I want to be. This is reality.