I had the opportunity to meet with a nutritionist Friday morning. Macey was just as kind as she was beautiful. She has recommended a program that starts with a 2-week phase of detoxing, then we’ll slowly incorporate foods back into my diet and see if there are any food sensitivities I may be having.
Maybe that’s part of why I’ve had such a hard time dropping those extra pounds that seem to keep hanging around like a bad neighbor.
I have so much faith in Macey’s program, and I can’t wait to see how much better I’ll feel by the end of the two weeks. And get this – I even talked my husband into doing it with me!
I was so excited on the drive home from the appointment knowing I didn’t have to do this alone. Happy feelings abounded as I thought about being able to lean on him as I worked to stay disciplined.
I spent most of Saturday morning coming up with a menu (Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and Snacks) using only the approved food items. I mean – so I can’t have cow’s milk products and wheat-based products. How hard can it be? I had already cut out white flour-based products because of severe inflammation that it consistently caused. There apparently IS something to this whole gluten-sensitivity thing. Immediately after nixing gluten from my diet, my wedding rings became loose and I no longer had pain in my joints that made me feel like an 100-year-old woman! Wahoo!!
But as I began putting together menu items such as grilled chicken lettuce wraps, baked tilapia fillets with lemon juice and herbs, and fruit smoothies, a devastating realization dawned on me.
There’s no way my husband can do this.
I’m pretty sure he can’t go without soy sauce on his broccoli. He has a specific aversion to brown rice (white only, please). And when he began giving suggestions on dinners, he mentioned spaghetti. Which is an absolute no-go for two weeks.
I mean, we could probably come up with zucchini noodle substitute, and make a spaghetti sauce from scratch that has no sugar. But if it doesn’t taste exactly like regular spaghetti, I think my husband would keel over.
We decided he would follow the detox as closely as possible. So – deep breath – today is Day One of the detox phase.
I got up feeling hopeful and energetic. I threw into a blender some frozen fruit, greek yogurt and almond milk. I even added stevia because it wasn’t as sweet as a milk shake or, like, a liquid poptart. And I’m trying not to scare the husband off just yet.
It was gorgeous with a deep purple color, nice and thick. My mouth watered. I took a sip – oh, perfection.
Oh yeah. I can do this.
I poured some into my husband’s favorite Alabama Championship Tervis cup and handed it to him. My heart melted, because he had to pause from his task of folding laundry to try it.
He sniffed it and glanced at me.
I nodded in encouragement.
He crossed himself like a Catholic and took a sip.
I held my breath.
His face crumpled up like I had just filled his mouth with cough syrup.
“You don’t like it?” I asked, genuinely surprised. I thought it was incredibly delicious. I mean, it had greek yogurt, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, and a splash of almond milk.
Everything he doesn’t eat.
He smacked his lips and handed it back. “I love you…” he said with caution. “I’m so sorry. I just don’t think I can.”
At the first sip of health, my husband has bailed.
But hey. At least the laundry will be folded. And that’s okay.
So here I am. Day One of a two-week detox phase. Detoxing solo.