So, I’ve done my Autoimmune Protocol now for little over a week and I’ve been pretty damn good at eliminating the extra foods from my already strict Primal diet. I say primal because I can’t say Paleo as that doesn’t include dairy (and I’ve been eating lots of that…albeit raw/unpasteurized).
So, the Autoimmune Protocol is the next step in healing my very dysfunctional gut, which is probably leaky due to years of Phytate overload in the form of grains and nuts. So as part of the AIP I’ve cut out pasteurized dairy (including cheese…yikes!) all nuts, all sugars and sugar substitutes (no Xylitol) and eggs too. Yeah I know it sounds drastic but I’ve done my research and have already seen a dramatic shift in the last week. I’m no longer in agony and using ice packs on my belly as a pain-killer. I’m sleeping better and my Shamanic dreams are back which I now know is a good sign, actually!!
So what gives? If it’s all going tickety-boo then what’s the blog about? Ha ha…well I don’t blog for no reason so it’s a fair point. Well I’m having a ‘fail’ moment. As I sit here with my pasteurized creamy coffee after a couple of oat cakes loaded with butter and cheese…all off the list. ..it would be easy for me to now indulge in the feeling of failure.
Indulge? Yes. It’s not a word you may associate with a feeling but I’m also following a negative emotion elimination diet too. So as you can see….I thought I might just choose to enjoy the ‘fail’ as part of my process instead of beat myself up with shit like ‘well now you’ve undone all the good work!’ and ‘We may as well not bother!’ or ‘ I can’t do this!’…you know the type of B.S. we tell ourselves.
Now I can plainly see which is more destructive. A couple of oat cakes and some dead dairy will be gone in a few hours…wreaking their familiar havoc on my gut…but if I were to go down the black road of thought now I may not return for a whole week!
So sorry black road. You are blacklisted and everything is on the menu including enjoyment of rare ‘treat fails’….until I can be perfect then I will be happy with my imperfection. I’m enjoying my coffee…I might not need one for another month so hey! What the hell…my gut will tell me when to stop and I’ll be in such a good mood that I will be able to hear it.
Down the black road you can’t hear nuttin!…
I can hear a whole new way of being. That’s worth enjoying alone!!
Photo Credit Belovodchenko Anton