Jesse, Kara, and I started the MD on Thursday of last week. So far, so good. I stocked up on goat cheese (tried goat gouda for the first time–eh, not the biggest fan). Thanks to Amie, I found great blueberries on sale (98 cents a carton!). I’ve been eating cherries like they’re going extinct.
The biggest news was my discovery that butter is actually allowed on the first two weeks (thanks for pointing that out, Mom). Last time around, Kara, Jesse, and I did an allergy-testing diet at the same time as the MD. We had to cut out butter for the sake of testing for dairy allergies, but it’s been a few months now and all I remembered was: no butter. It was kind of traumatic, really. But, we three were overjoyed to find out we actually can have butter during the first two weeks of the MD, and since we already use the hormone-free organic butter, we’re good to go. Kara and I did some grocery shopping Wednesday evening, and it went something like this:
Kara: Look at these carrots. We could make carrots–with butter!
Erin: Oh yeah! And cabbage–with butter!
(Kara and Erin practically squeal with delight. Butter!)
Suffice it to say, I didn’t realize how much I liked butter until I had to do without for two weeks. Never again, my friends! (Of course, I said I wouldn’t do the first two weeks of this ever again, and apparently I didn’t knock on wood quickly enough or something, because look at me now…)
Some observations: It’s not as bad so far this time around as it was last time. I guess over the holidays my body didn’t go completely back to its original state or something. Cravings aren’t nearly as vicious so far, and I think they have more to do with knowing I can’t have something than my actually craving it. An example. Last night, Jesse and I went to a movie on the UNCW campus and passed on our way an Outback Steakhouse. It’s been years since I was at an Outback Steakhouse. It’s not my favorite restaurant. I don’t have anything against it, but I just never think about going there. But last night, passing that Outback, I suddenly thought, Oh, if only I could go to Outback! I could just picture the inside of the restaurant, and I could practically smell the Bloomin’ Onion, or whatever it’s called. Which I don’t think I actually like. That, I don’t believe, was an actual craving. Just me resisting hard-and-fast rules.
Last time around I would have done anything short of murder to get my hands on a brownie. This time, chocolate still seems to be a persistent craving, but now I’m Jonesing for a really dark chocolate bar. Mmm…
Also, because I am apparently unable to stick to a schedule, I’ve been “going rogue” on the whole menu thing. I’ll update that later.
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Okay, so I finally did something with the baby gold beets. I just roasted them with some olive oil and coarse salt. I thought about putting them into some kind of winter stew, since that’s what root vegetables are for. But I didn’t do it. The smallest beets were very sweet, almost like baked sweet potatoes. The larger ones tasted a little more carroty. I think they’d be especially exciting with pot roast!
Sounds fantastic! I must find some of these.
I must say that I too am a big fan of butter.
Sabrina’s roasted beets sound unexpectedly amazing!
Don’t they though? I am anxious to try them myself. She’s so creative!