Maybe I’m a wimp, but I’m not taking well to the Candida Diet. Yes, you can eat all the protein (aka meat) and veggies you want but I’m a grain girl, and brown rice alone doesn’t cut it.
Maybe its genetic. My sister Jen, (who’s thin and toned and doesn’t need to diet) tried Atkins a few months ago – she lasted a day. She only made it that long by having inner dialogues with herself of “Fatty, you don’t need a roll. Really fatty? Are you that dependent on croissants?” I feel the same way – without the “Fatty” dialogue, of course. I haven’t buckled and returned to my normal lifestyle of bread, pasta, couscous, cheese, chocolate and wine, but I want to. I want to be able to come home and cook up whatever strikes me. I want to be able to accept invitations out to dinner instead of pushing them off until February. And I want to stop dreading that rumbling in my stomach that means I need to eat.
In just 6 days the Candida Diet has turned me from a food lover to a meal time dreader. For one, I’m tired, really tired. I’m also busy at work. I don’t have the time, energy or desire to grill up a steak, bake up some fish or grill a chicken breast when I get home at 7 or later. I want a 10 minute pasta or Pagliacci Pizza (something I rarely eat but have been craving like mad). Heck, at this point, a bowl of cereal would be a relief!
To make matters worse, even though I’m living on 1500 calories or less a day – I’ve gained 1/2 a pound. So, I don’t even have the motivation of losing weight to push me through the next two or more weeks.
I will continue to persevere. I will try to think of things I can cook in large batches over the weekend that will take me through the work week. I will try not to cry when I have to face another brown rice, chicken and veg dinner or lentil soup lunch. I will try to stop craving jam.