I never realized what an emotional tie I had to food until this past weekend.
I mean don't get me wrong I knew I loved it.
I just didn't realize exactly how much.
Tell a girl no bread and no pasta is what's best for her and see what happens.
I literally think I could shed tears.
This was what I looked like when the doctor explained how bad bread was for me:
Okay that's a lie but it's what I looked like on the inside...
However, I know this is for the best.
I know that for a healthier and happier Marcy this is what needs to be done, at least for the time being.
My thyroid is extremely cranky at the moment and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy again.
So today it starts.
I mean lez be honest yesterday was Reds Opening Day and there was no way I could succumb to this under those circumstances.
$5.00 Michy Ultra tall boys for the win!
All I ask is for prayers for at least the next 30 days.
30 days of no bread of any kind, no pasta unless it's the veggie kind that everybody keeps telling me about that I have yet to try, none of my beloved Michy Ultra...
Actually my Husband may need more prayers than me.
Jokes aside I am really excited to see where I am 30 days from now.
I am praying this is at least part of the puzzle to get me on a healthier track.
To get my thyroid to where she needs to be.
It's just 30 days.
Anybody can do anything for 30 days right?
Any of you out there tried this?
What were your results?