I have learned a lot about salt, I used to think it was evil so there wasn’t much of it in my diet which led to potato chip cravings (potato chips are evil lol). Now I make sure to include a healthy amount of salt with each meal and if I am craving potato chips I have cruskit with vegemite on it and magically I don’t need potato chips anymore. It might seem really obvious to some of you, but when you don’t grow up learning these things about nutrition trust me everything is new.
I honestly used to believe (quite naively) that I had a healthy diet because I ate vegies and fruits and did not eat take out often. I stayed away from salt (didn’t even have it on eggs) and avoided a lot of fried and fatty (or what I thought was fatty) foods. Guess what… still fat, still got insulin resistance, still got PCOS…
What I have realised is that I know very little about proper nutrition. Since I found out about my condition a couple of months ago I have done tonnes of research – I am talking almost daily. I have looked at treatments, recommended diets, statistics, and so many low GI recipes it makes my head spin. What is killing me is that I know I need to make these massive changes in my life (and I have done quite a bit to date, but I have a heap more to do) and even though I have read so much literature on everything I could find to do with it I still feel really ignorant.
Does anyone else feel like this about their diets or medical conditions?
I feel like when I go to a doctor they jabber at me in jargon and when I tried to talk to a nutritionist she started babbling on about gluten free and something else before my ears packed up and went home. I know these people are learned and know their stuff, but so often they aren’t able to put their knowledge and advice in terms I will understand. I am a pretty intelligent person with a pretty impressive understanding of vocabulary and the English language… if I don’t get it there must be more out there like me, right?
Meanwhile I have had some random cravings lately since I have drastically reduced my sugar intake. Funny story – last night I dreamt I had a Mars Bar that I had been saving for an emergency, in the dream that time had come, just as I was about to take a bite I woke up and realised there was no Mars Bar and was sad. Then I realised that I don’t like Mars Bars anyway hahaha.
Ditch the Bun 