After a 3 year tour in Bavaria, Germany, we finally set foot on U.S. ground again. Since then, my mind has officially been blown with the low-carb opportunities that are available to me here in the States.
During our move, I have been off my primal plan, not only because I wouldn’t be able to eat many of my favorite German foods for a long time, but also, because I knew it would be extremely difficult to stay on track while living in hotels for an extended time, with only microwaves to cook with. It was a conscious decision, yet my body did not thank me.
As soon as I went off program, I immediately started to feel puffy, sluggish and irritable, although, the crankiness could be attributed to all the stress of getting the house ready for the movers to come, selling the cars, and working until the last minute. We’ve been living in hotels for 3 weeks until we moved into an extended stay place, where we actually have a small kitchen to make our own meals. I never thought that I would ever get tired of eating in restaurants, but over the last 2 weeks, my body was screaming for real food. Yes, the fresh waffles and bagels in the mornings at the other hotel were nice, but come lunch-time, I was a shaky, wobbly wreck… I hate when my bloodsugar drops like that and my addiction runs rampant.
Today, I made an effort to stay off of sugar and flour. I didn’t have much suitable food in the fridge, but I made it through the day. Not surprisingly at all, I felt calm and my head seemed clearer for the first time in weeks. Then, while we were in town in the evening, we ate at a restaurant. I had no problems with staying on plan. I wanted something light and stuck to a Cobb salad, which left me comfortably full and satisfied. In retrospect, I easily could have been back on plan as soon as we arrived here, because most restaurants will work with their customers, but it just seemed too tempting to try to eat all these foods I thought that I missed out on in the last 3 years. Again, that’s the addiction talking.
Culture shock really hit me when we walked into the Whole Foods Market for the first time in 6 years. The assortment of primal foods in the store were overwhelming, and I didn’t buy anything other than some coconut hand creme for my psoriasis on my hands. I did try some yummy salmon samples and a small cup of sports tea, while cruising the isles, but my head is still spinning, when I think about the massive inventory of foods they carry. I made a mental note to do my homework before I shop there again (some of the food, I saw at our Commissary for much cheaper.)
Finally, now that we’re in Colorado, I want to explore the nearby farms and farmers markets for free-range eggs, grass-fed beef and local produce. I can’t wait to get started with that. I’m ready to let go of the junk!
Until next time,