Sofa King Tired

I'm trying this new eating plan.  Adam and Monica (yeah, those people again) have done this and feel way much better.  Eliminated foods to see what my body reacts to.  First thing was chicken.  I went 2 weeks without it, then tried eating some again.  I ate some, then gained 3 pounds literally over night, and felt horribly bloated too.  I still was not convinced (stubborn you say?  Nevah!)  Went without it for another week and a half or so, and then ate some, without even really thinking about it.  Jesus rollerskating Christ.  I felt disgusting!  Gained the 3 pounds again.  Bloated.  Almost felt like I had the flu coming on.  Aching and just wrong feeling.  Fine, no more chicken.  I even went to an Indian restaurant with my mom last week and didn't eat my totally fave dish..chicken tikka masala.  You don't realize how much chicken you eat, until you can't eat it.  *sigh*

Next, I tried wheat.  No bread, bagels, cake, pasta, PIZZA, crackers, and on and on and on.  I fucking LOVE bread.  I could eat all bread based foods and be happy.  Chicken?  That was nothing.  I went a week with no wheat products.  I didn't realize I was feeling better until it occurred to me that I hadn't consumed a single energy drink in that week (I was having 1 every afternoon to get through the day).  Weird.  Well, then Thanksgiving weekend happened.  Rolls, stuffing (if you had my mom's stuffing you would understand - I ate twice as much of that as I did anything else that day), donuts, pizza, naan, pancakes.  It. Was. Glorious. 

Monday, it was back at the no wheat. I had gained 4 pounds over that weekend.  I can do this.  By Wednesday, I was ready to sacrifice one of my children for a dinner roll.  I even fixed the family grilled cheese and tomato soup.  TORTURE!  But Adam smart assedly reminded me...3:59:59.  Touche.  I did not eat the bread. 

Today, I feel like hell.  Exhausted and cranky, which apparently is a strong indication that my body does, in fact, hate wheat.  Why couldn't my body hate, say, brussels sprouts?  or american cheese?  You know, stuff that's disgusting?  *sigh*  Clearly, the universe, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and my imaginary friends hate me.  But I shall prevail!!

Note to self:  Do NOT listen to the theme song from Rudy while trying to run easy.  I think drinking soda through my nose would be easier!