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This weekend I have been knitting Daleks and TARDISes. It's been so much fun :-)
One of the girls in my knitting group is expecting twins in a few weeks and, as is traditional in my group, we are putting together blankets for the babies. This involves everyone contributing a patch or two and one or two brave souls sewing everything together. L is one of the people that I converted to the Doctor Who love last year so it seemed highly appropriate that my contribution would be patches featuring a Dalek and a TARDIS.
They were so much fun. Seriously, I think that I could happily knit a dozen of the things. Perhaps I need to think about knitting my own Doctor Who blanket, featuring Daleks, Cybermen, DW logos and TARDISes. Hmmm...
( Cut for length. And possibly wibble )
That is how I had a huge, silent, existential melt-down in the middle of the grocery store.
The end result is that I decided that worrying about whether my eating habits are contributing to the UC is just making me crazy. So I need to stop doing that. My solution? A weekend of cooking and baking!
On Saturday, I made shepherd's pies. One was for my dinner (om nom nom) and three went into the freezer for easy meals on busy nights.
I also baked a Mexican chocolate torte, which includes pecan nuts and cayenne pepper and thus is something I should probably avoid. Pah! Before my diagnosis, there were no specific trigger foods that made me feel worse/better. Why am I therefore limiting my diet so much now that I have a diagnosis? Particularly when my specialist said that there's nothing dietarily that will be affecting me? I think that I've spent too much time on IBD/UC forums, trying to figure this thing out, and everyone on those forums is diet and food elimination crazy.
So, Mexican chocolate torte. And because the torte is at its best a day or two after baking, I bought myself a little lime pie in chocolate pastry crust thingy at the grocery store for my Saturday dessert. Oh, so good.
For Sunday, I had spotted some new Yukon gold potatoes at the store and some salmon. Well, the new potatoes were just aching to be roasted with garlic, rosemary and olive oil and the salmon was crying out for dill and lemon so that was my Sunday supper, with some lovely steamed veg. For the first time in my memory, the potatoes were the best part of the meal. They were so incredibly amazing that I'm determined to repeat them next weekend. Wow, so good.
And then, with my evening cup of tea, I got to finally sample my torte. Om nom nom.
So, new page. New leaf. No more crazy-making with the UC. I am eating whatever the hell I want and enjoying it because all I've done over the last few weeks is make myself insane.
Best bit? I've been symptom free since Friday. So all the things that I ate over the weekend that should have hurt me...didn't. Take that, UC!
One of the girls in my knitting group is expecting twins in a few weeks and, as is traditional in my group, we are putting together blankets for the babies. This involves everyone contributing a patch or two and one or two brave souls sewing everything together. L is one of the people that I converted to the Doctor Who love last year so it seemed highly appropriate that my contribution would be patches featuring a Dalek and a TARDIS.
They were so much fun. Seriously, I think that I could happily knit a dozen of the things. Perhaps I need to think about knitting my own Doctor Who blanket, featuring Daleks, Cybermen, DW logos and TARDISes. Hmmm...
( Cut for length. And possibly wibble )
That is how I had a huge, silent, existential melt-down in the middle of the grocery store.
The end result is that I decided that worrying about whether my eating habits are contributing to the UC is just making me crazy. So I need to stop doing that. My solution? A weekend of cooking and baking!
On Saturday, I made shepherd's pies. One was for my dinner (om nom nom) and three went into the freezer for easy meals on busy nights.
I also baked a Mexican chocolate torte, which includes pecan nuts and cayenne pepper and thus is something I should probably avoid. Pah! Before my diagnosis, there were no specific trigger foods that made me feel worse/better. Why am I therefore limiting my diet so much now that I have a diagnosis? Particularly when my specialist said that there's nothing dietarily that will be affecting me? I think that I've spent too much time on IBD/UC forums, trying to figure this thing out, and everyone on those forums is diet and food elimination crazy.
So, Mexican chocolate torte. And because the torte is at its best a day or two after baking, I bought myself a little lime pie in chocolate pastry crust thingy at the grocery store for my Saturday dessert. Oh, so good.
For Sunday, I had spotted some new Yukon gold potatoes at the store and some salmon. Well, the new potatoes were just aching to be roasted with garlic, rosemary and olive oil and the salmon was crying out for dill and lemon so that was my Sunday supper, with some lovely steamed veg. For the first time in my memory, the potatoes were the best part of the meal. They were so incredibly amazing that I'm determined to repeat them next weekend. Wow, so good.
And then, with my evening cup of tea, I got to finally sample my torte. Om nom nom.
So, new page. New leaf. No more crazy-making with the UC. I am eating whatever the hell I want and enjoying it because all I've done over the last few weeks is make myself insane.
Best bit? I've been symptom free since Friday. So all the things that I ate over the weekend that should have hurt me...didn't. Take that, UC!
