Week 2 87.5kg

So I’ve been reading up on gluten free diets. Benefits. Reasons. A few people have mentioned weight loss. I was curious. I weighted myself when I started on day 1. I’ve lost 1.7kg. Which is not much. And mostly due I think to skipping dinner on Friday and not drinking much water. But a loss it is. Interested to see if this continues.

I have a choice this morning between physio or clean hair. Hair wins. I have dry cereal, no fruit. I will buy more milk today.

I pack curry for lunch, along with a banana, apple and some nuts. Work is quiet. I spend most of my time thinking about pizza. I make a deal with myself. if it is raining when I finish I will go home. If it is now I will go for pizza.

It’s dry when I finish work. But by the time I get to the bus it’s raining. I have a choice. Continue onto pizza and get wet, or head home and get wet. Pizza wins.

Gluten free, vegan pizza. Kipfler potato chip. Followed up with vegan, gluten free donuts. Yum. But oh so full.

It’s curious. I was mad on Thursday at having to spend $60 to buy all that food to make meals for the week. But tonight I have cheerfully spent $28 on just one meal.



Day 6 & 7

Well Thursday was a very early start, with Physio at 7:30am before work. Didn’t wake early enough for breakfast. Or to do my exercises, but I figured I’m going to the Physio so it doesn’t matter too much. Breakfast was a carrot on the walk there. Forgot about the vitamins. Afterwards I stopped off to pick up cupcakes. The new delivery wasn’t in so I had an old gluten free one for me and got some Raw ones for everyone else. I know a carrot and a cupcake was not the best breakfast. It wasn’t even a nice cupcake. Stale cake and gritty icing.

Work is still giving out fruit so I snacked on that at tea break. I meant to get a burrito after work. Was really craving spicy. But when work ended I completely forgot and headed straight for the train.

Groceries were needed. I was out of meals. This is the whole planning and preparing thing. Trying to decided in the shop what I was going to make and what I needed to buy. Okay not so much with the planning. $60 later I’m heading home to start cooking.

Dish one is the curry quinoa again. I get mad when I realise I’d forgotten the spinach. I’d picked up green beans to pad it out into an extra meal but forgotten the spinach. But it’s wet and I really can not be bothered going back for it. Then I realise I’ve also forgotten the almond milk. Well it will just have to stay forgotten.

Curry is on the go. I put on rice to make fried rice with. The beans certainly do bulk out the curry. But I can only find 4 of the containers I want for it. What doesn’t fit in them is eaten out of the pot. I pick at veggies while I chop them. I eat a lot of broccoli stalk.

Fried rice is done and portioned up. Then I start on Peanutty Quinoa Bowls with Baked Tofu. I don’t own a whisk. And don’t want to dirty another bowl. I have more than enough to wash up already. So I put all the sauce ingredients in the pot with the quinoa. I steam the broccoli and put it to one side. I do the capsicum, adding in garlic and peanuts and then but the broccoli back in and wait for the quinoa to cook. Then mix them all in together. This is enough for three containers (meals) worth.

I prob should have started marinating the tofu before I staring cooking anything. Meh. I lay it out on a tray and coat one side with sesame oil and tamarin and put it under the grill. When it looks done I pull it out, coat the other side the same and put it back under. Not sure what it is supposed to end up like but the have something that is very tough and solid on the outside and soft in the middle. I like it.

So after 3 hours work I have 11 meals put away. I’ve picked at so much I don’t really feel like dinner. Just as well I bought some popcorn! Who am I kidding. I was always planning on having this for dinner. Physio and vitamins and the washing up all done and I’m done for the day.

Day 7

Day off. Yay. Breakfast is a no go as I forgot to buy the almond milk. So I eat some of the fried rice I made for dinner. Fried rice, puffed rice. Kinda the same thing. I have once again forgotten to take the berries out of the freezer.

Physio, vitamins and the computer games. Yay Friday.

Curry for lunch and then I need a nap. I know it’s a bad idea. I know this. But I do it anyway. I wake up a little after 8pm. And spend most of the night regretting my decision. This week has had 2 naps and 3 early nights. I thought I was supposed to have more energy on a gluten free diet. But I feel so tired.

In recap of the week I have cooked 3 times. I have done my physio every day. I have taken my vitamins. I’ve bought lunch only once. And only 2 of my meals have been potato chips. And one popcorn. Okay those last ones are not so good but I can try better for next week.

Days 3, 4, 5

Day 3 was Monday. And Mondays are always pretty much a Monday, no matter what you’re up to.

Woke up. Straight into physio, then breakfast and vitamins. Feel like I’ve already accomplished so much.

A stinking hot day here. Humidity so high I get out of the shower and just never feel quite dry. Make up is sliding off my face as soon as I put it on. I give up. I’m heading into work early. Need that air con. So I pack me a lunch. I’m not buying one like I normally would. I have leftovers and I’m going to use them. (Question-are they really leftovers if I didn’t eat the original meal?)

So a serve of Tex Mex/Lazy Mexican Quinoa, a chopped up carrot and some roast almonds and raw cashews all go into my little lunch bag. I feel so grown up and all organised.

I eat my quinoa in the air conditioned break room. I follow that up with the nuts. I have some carrot later on my tea break and the rest of the carrot while waiting for the bus home.

Dinner is more quinoa. Followed by a spoon of Fix & Fogg’s Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter cause I was such a good girl and had such a good day today. I even got my funny customer  story for the week.


Day 4

So I went to sleep last night congratulating myself on a job well done. Look at me all organised and eating right. So organised I forgot to take the strawberries out of the freezer. So breakfast is topped with icy cold slices of berry. Not good.

There are things to do today. I have enough leftovers for Tuesday and one meal Wednesday but I’m gonna have to plan and shop and cook for Thursday. I also need to go get my eyebrows done. And it is another hot and humid day. I decide another early trip into work. I can research and plan my meal on the bus, pick up some groceries and then sit in the air con comfort and read my book till my shift starts.

Awesome plan.

Completely undone by me lying down on the bed to read for 15mins before getting ready. I fell asleep. I was only closing my eyes for a moment. Sigh I get more like my mother every day. Woke up just in time for a quick shower before jumping on my regular bus. If I really rushed I could get the earlier one so I could grab groceries before I start.

Quick shower, quicker dress, skipping most of the make up as it’s just gonna slide off my face again. I’m totally making this bus. Then I remember I need lunch. Leftovers out of fridge, pour some nuts into a container, grab a carrot. Carrot need to be washed and chopped and is taking too damn long. I now have just 3 mins to get to the bus. It’s normally a bit late so lets call that 5 mins. I can do 5 mins.

And I can do 5 mins. However the bus can do 4.5 mins and I end up being 10 meters too late for it Bugger. Now it’s a 20min wait of the next one. Which means no shopping. Or I can head to the train. The time spent waiting on the next bus I could spend walking to the train. A train will get me in quicker. Which might mean grocery time.

So off I go. And promptly get passed by a bus going the other way. The train way. It pulls up at the stop in front of me and just sit there. And I think maybe the driver knows I want to get on and it waiting. They’re not. They pull out. I get mad. Mad at myself. Mad at the buses. Mad at the heat. And then another train bound bus sails past me. I give up. The shoes I have on are fine for standing around at work in. But a power walk though the suburbs? Nope. My toe nails ache. I can feel the friction burning on the soles of my feet. What little make up I got on before leaving has not vacated my face. I’m a mess.

I get to the station. In one sweaty, sweaty piece. I’m hungry and have a few mins to eat before the train is due. I pull out the quinoa and the fork. Wait. No I don’t. I forgot the fork. Bugger. Well I will just use the carrot sticks as a weird spoon. Wait. Nope. That won’t work. In my effort to make the bus I didn’t cut the carrots into sticks, I just chopped it into threes. Damn it. Well I can eat the nuts at least. There will be cutlery in the break room (shudder). I make a metal note to swing via the food court and and a plastic fork from somewhere.

Lost in the aircon bliss I read my book, forgetting about the meal planning. I get off the train and I’ve time to grab some groceries. But I didn’t plan anything and I also forget to grab a fork on my way through the food court. Then I have the brilliant idea of some gluten free crackers. I’ll dip eat my lunch. So I grab crackers, chips, cat food and the toothpaste I need. Rushing off to work so I have time to eat before starting. And the crackers work surprisingly well. Look at me and my problem solving skills.

I get home. There is one container of curry in the fridge and one in the freezer. I decide that if I eat the chips for dinner tonight then I will have two meals for Wed. My shift on Thursday has been changed to an early one so if I pack some carrot and nuts I can eat those and then cook when I get in on Thursday. Solid plan.

Expect I’m still hungry after the chips. So I eat the curry. And I’m so full I fall asleep. I’ve not brushed my teeth. Or done my physio. Or taken the rest of the vitamins. But I’m not aware of any of this. Not till the furry alarm clock goes off the next day.

Day 5

So I wake up. Two unplanned sleepages in one day is probably not a good thing. And the dreams I had….. You know how you can sometimes pick out pieces of your real life in teams and then kind of understand what is going on? Well none of that happened to me. And the dreams were all really random.

The first one I remember I was in a big stadium or concert hall and everyone was dressed in blue or red t-shirts. And each section was filled with either blue or red people. There was a few ppl up on a podium giving some sort of speech. Then a section of red people ran down to the floor and started fighting with the blue people there. And I felt bad cause I was a red person and we should behave better than that. But then I was in a different section and wearing a grey t-shirt. I hadn’t noticed any grey people before but everyone there was. And I didn’t understand what was going on. There was a girl trying to explain it to me. And the guy standing behind me was trying to hug me and steal my phone out of my pocket. I hit him and ran off. And someone else followed me and then I was standing on an over pass and I was beating him up.

In another one I was a reporter type person called James. And I was helping out this overly plump blonde girl. And I kinda felt sorry for her. I had to finish up the article I was working on and she had been helping me with it. She didn’t seem to want to leave so I told her there was a good pizza place two doors down and I’d meet her there in 10mins, I just had to finish the article. And dream me was wondering if it was insensitive to send such a fat person for pizza. And she agreed and walked off. And then called out asking if I’d go to prom with her. I said depends on when the date was. And she didn’t answer. So I stuck my head into the street and she was gone.

The last dream I had before waking was me walking across a bridge in town and an Asian lady was coming towards me in a red dress. Dress was high in the front and low in the back. Far too high in the front cause the wind blew I could see she wasn’t wearing any undies. And her garden was in full bloom. I was embarrassed  and wasn’t going to say anything but then I saw someone else notice and pull a face. So I went up to her and quietly told her that I liked her dress but it was a bit short and I could tel she wasn’t wearing any pants. She thanked me for putting it so politely. I told her a few places she could go and buy some. And when I next saw her she was in a $2 shop, wearing jeans and buying snowballs and liquorice.

And that is just the bits I can remember. Not sure if I should blame the heat or the curry or the overfull belly. What ever was the cause it’s the reason I’ve worked up with a furry mouth. Ewww. And it’s also the reason why I’m eating frozen berry slices on my breakfast again. Cause I forgot to take the strawberries out. I also forgot to get the curry out of the freezer so that will probably not have defrosted come dinner time. And there is nothing but carrots, nuts and cucumber for lunch. And half a package of crackers.

New, improved and highly organised me didn’t even last a week.

Day 2

For months now I have been meaning to go to the Northey St Markets. Ever since I found about Raw and Peace I’ve been very muchly wanting to try their cupcakes. But there has always been a reason- work, slept in, raining, not raining, too hot, other plans (i.e. WoW). Today was not that morning either.

I did however have a proper breakfast this morning. I don’t normally do breakfast. I think about it. But never actually get round to eating it. I normally just wait for lunch time. But I have my new gluten free rice bubbles to try out.

Packet says serving size is 35g. A cup size would have been easier as I have lots of measuring cups. No idea why. It’s not like I bake or anything. So I dig out the scales and weight out 35g. And I’m not prepared to do this every morning so I have a look in the cupboard for some small containers. 35g just happens to fit very neatly into some Decor 200ml containers and I have 4 portions of breakfast ready to go. That take me through to Friday, my RDO and I’ll have more time to mess around with things like portioning cereal. During the week I must try to remember to by some more of these containers.


During the week I must also remember to take out a portion of frozen strawberries each evening.

I tried some of the cereal plain and its quite sweet and sugary to my palate. Hopefully after a week of it I won’t notice it too much. Breakfast was served with a cup of almond milk, sliced banana and frozen slices of strawberry. Interesting, but not ideal. But the strawberries did help cover up the taste of the cereal.

Lunch was left over curry. All cold and congealed. I dislike reheating food. To me food always tastes better the next day, eaten out of Tupperware. Think almonds slivers or maybe some green beans would help give it a crunchy textures. Still yummy though.

Dinner was either to be more left over curry or I could cook something new. I found a recipe for Tex Mex Tomato Quinoa I thought I’d try. Look at me Cooking two days in a row and both new recipes. This is not lazy Mexican rice, but it’s much posher cousin. And while this recipe might have been what I set out to make the end result was more inspired by than identical to.

Back to the shops for more ingredients. I need more chopped tomatoes. And cumin. A lot of the recipes I’ve been looking at involve spices I just don’t own. I also grab black beans, zucchini and baby corn.

There is no 1/3 measurement on the jug so half a cup goes in the rice cooker, along with the tin of tomatoes, black beans, garlic, chilli and my newly acquired cumin. Baby corn goes into the fry pan. Then the zucchini and onion. Rice cooker pops up as done but there is a lot of liquid still in the pot. Taste test and it is very tomato. Very tomato. I add in some more cumin, a bit of chill and a lot of garlic. I left it to sit on warm, waiting for more liquid to absorb. Otherwise I’ll have to serve this up with a slotted spoon. A quick rummage through the drawers reveals I don’t actually own such an implement.

End result is okay. Not great. I decide it will make better left overs than my dinner. Besides, I filled up on potato chips earlier.

Proper breakfast, decent lunch, a carrot and potato chips. I’m counting today as a win 🙂

Day 1

Saturday dawns. This is it. Day one. Last nights eclectic meal is best forgotten. Let the gluten freeness begin. I am going to do this and I am going to do it right. I’ve set myself the following rules.

  1. I will do my physio every day
  2. I will (eventually) exercise the rest of my body too
  3. I will take the vitamins (even though I don’t believe in them)
  4. I will get better at meal planing and preparation
  5. I will try one new recipe each week
  6. I will not spend the next 6 months eating Lazy Mexican Rice
  7. I will not break when Cloverly do their Peanut Butter Cup as non GF

Seven littles rules. I can do this.

Breakfast is a banana. Cause I need to go shopping. Cause I’m going to get better at meal planning and stuffs. I’ve even picked out my first recipe to try a “Quick and Easy Indian Quinoa Curry“. But first I have a long list of things I’ve ben putting off to get through. On my days off he last place I want to be is at the shops but the list is reaching critical mass. So fortified with nothing but a banana I set off to face the world.

Hungry people are cranky people. Lunch time found me in Coles, having a mini melt down in the cereal aisle because the Doc wrote down I could eat Cornflakes, Rice Bubbles and Oats. But when I look on the packets they all say they contain gluten. Arghh! I was told no wheat, to go gluten free. But then told to eat these gluten containing foods. I’m confused. And hungry. I end up getting a $4 box of gluten fee Freedom Foods Rice Puffs. I’ve never been much of a cereal eater. I had planned to just make banana, strawberry and oat smoothies for breakfast. But the oats have the gluten.

So breakfast is sorted for the week. I’ve been back and forth across the aisles collecting up all the ingredients for the curry. Between the almond milk, three cans of stuff for the curry plus other ingredients and an emergency back up block of tofu the shopping basket is getting heavy and my shoulder is not happy. Seriously doubting my ability to lift 10kgs at work.

Home, groceries away and the last of the Lazy Mexican rice is consumed. Food is good.

Dinner involves quinoa. I’ve never cooked with it before. I’ve meant to. There has been a packet in the cupboard for a few months. Just never go around to it. Effort. I read through the recipe again and again making sure I understand it all. I really don’t cook much. Ever. Rice and stir-fries is about the limit of my culinary talents.

I love my rice cooker. And rather than mess around with the pots on the stove top I decide I’m going to make this curry in the rice cooker. I rinse the quinoa then chuck it and all the pot ingredients into the the rice cooker and set it to go.

Then I start on all the tedious peeling, chopping, dicing and rinsing of the remaining ingredients. Just as well I was still in the kitchen as the curry started bubbling over. That would have been an awful mess. Rice is always set and forget. I know now I’ll have to keep an eye on the curry.

Partway through cooking the vegetables the rice cooker pops as done. Not sure how it tastes but it is smelling really good. The rice cooker is a small one and not big enough to add the cooked vegetables to. The wok I cooked them in is too small to add the curry to. So I dish up the veg into 4 containers (recipes says it feeds four) and add the curry in on top, mixing them together.

Whole process has taken me about an hour. This is why I normally just make rice once a week and then buy my lunch at work. I resent the time it takes to prepare a meal.

But my hour of effort has produced a meal that tastes as good as it smells. It’s gluten free and vegan. I’ve put one portion in the freezer to see how well this dish tastes once thawed. Think I can pad it out with extra spinach and tofu, maybe some cashews or almond slivers and get 5 or maybe 6 meals out of it. Cook more, not more often.

Ended my day with some salted popcorn. And I think maybe this gluten free thing won’t be so hard after all.

Going gluten free

Yes. I am now THAT asshole. After 15 years of living as a vegetarian I am now gluten free too.

Friday I went back to my GP, hoping to get some of my working restrictions lifted so I can go back to my usual job. Not that I haven’t enjoyed my month long vacation in Swimwear. It’s been a nice change of pace. A lot slower and laid back to what I’m used to. I have even destressed enough to start menstruating again. Yay? Also the crying and the nightmares have stopped. As well the stress induced vomiting and diarrhoea. So yes, swimwear has been good for all of me. Not just my shoulder.

But I miss my friends. I miss my Lego. I miss all the shiny new things. I miss interacting with customers that are fully clothed and don’t ask me if these bikini bottoms really lift their butt cheeks.

Doctor agrees I have made progress. My lifting weight limit has been increased from 2kg to 10 kg (though my Physio only wanted it to be 5kg). I am now allowed occasional pushing and pulling and the frequent use of my injured arm. Is this enough to get me back into my old area? I’ll find out on Monday.

Work Cover cert has been extended to the end of Feb. This will get me more of the physio visits I need. On my next visit I’m hoping to move up from yellow band to red.

I have been getting some pain in my shoulder again. Started last Wed. I think it might have been helping with a debit. I picked up no more than I would out of a fitting room but I did carry it further than I usually would. Slept the pain off and was fine for physio the next morning. Pulling more stuff on Thursday for another debit the pain returned. I was annoyed as I’d been making sure to only lift a few items at a time.

Friday I was back at GP for update to Cert. He checked my movement but didn’t ask me about pain. He reiterated about always keeping my shoulder warm and covered. He told me to continue taking the multivitamin. The he told me I should add to that Zinc, Omega 3 and Evening Primrose oil. Some of these are once a day, some are twice, some are three times. I’m going to need one of those old ppl pill boxes to make sure I’m taking the right things at the right time!

And then he told me to cut out wheat……. I never been to med school. And I don’t completely understand what that has to do with my shoulder issue(s). Something about being too young to have such problems for such period of time. My first shoulder injury was my left one back in early 2014. I thought I’d just pulled a muscle. Four days later I couldn’t even breath without horrific pain. My ‘pulled muscle’ was calcification, bursitis and a partially torn tendon. No idea how I managed that last one. You think I’d remember something like that. Still have the occasional physio visit every few months to check on how I’m doing. I’ve accepted it’s never going to be perfect again. But I’m damn close.

My right shoulder I injured Nov 18. This one is thankfully just bursitis. And this one I know I injured at work. By trying to prove once and for all that my left shoulder was now fine and people should stop worrying about me I managed to injure my right one. Irony.

I’ve read up on bursitis. It’s something old(er) people get. Not me. And somehow going gluten free is going to help with this. I’m not a fan of pain. And I’m tired of being damaged. It’s for six months. So I’m willing to give it a try.

Kinda wished I’d waited till after the Doc before picking up some groceries as most of what I’d just bought was now on my no eat list. So came home, cleaned out the pantry and cooked up one last and interesting meal. Starting Saturday morning I am gluten free.