I'm having a problem. It's the same problem I have all the time. I start something, and I am completely gung-ho about it, and then I start to lose interest. I wanted to write every day for a year. Well, I am writing every day, but I wanted to blog every day. I knew if I took one day off then it would be two, and before I knew it it would be a week that I hadn't written. But it's getting too hard to write every day. I just don't have enough time because I am doing the exercise's in the "Artist's Way". So I am going to take a break from writing the blog every day while I am doing the 12 week course. I will still write occasionally, just not the drivel like last night. And I will promise you and me to go back to writing more when I'm done with the "Artist's Way". Ok, on to the exciting stuff.
I am about to enter the last and final week of the excruciating Candida Diet. I don't think I ever want to see a Granny Smith apple again. I have learned a lot from this diet, and my tastes have changed for the better. I wouldn't say I've acquired a taste for almond milk, but it doesn't make me gag anymore. I now realize that we consume way too much dairy, and I have actually started eating greens every day. And I'm skinnier than I have been since, well, ever! My husband actually called me boney last night! I've been called a lot of things in my life, but boney was never one of them. So I guess the diet does have some advantages.
I went to the nutritionist yesterday, and we did some muscle testing, or kinesiology. I didn't know anything about it until a friend introduced me to it about a month ago. It sounded and looked like a bunch of baloney. It's probably easier to read the link first, in this case, to understand the procedure.
Description of muscle testing
I was trying to explain it to my husband the other night, and instead of the above link we watched a youtube video. It looked so hokey and so fake it was ridiculous. If I had not experienced it myself first hand, I never would have believed it. To start, I held my arm out to the side, and as a test said "My name is -------". Almost caught myself there. The nutritionist tried to move my arm down and could not. Then I said, "My name is Janet", which it isn't. I thought to myself, I'm just going to hold my arm up and nothing is going to happen. Funny thing was, I couldn't hold it up. Even though I had every intention to resist, I couldn't.
When we started the testing, Janet had different vials of allergens. I didn't see what she had picked, and had no idea what she was testing me for. I have intuitively thought that dairy, sugar, wheat, and non-local honey were culprits with my allergies. Without knowing it, these were exactly the things I failed during the testing. The honey was very strange. I told her I thought I was ok with local honey, which proved true in the testing. Then she wrote local and non-local honey on a piece of paper. Again, I had no idea which one she was testing, so there was no pre-conceived notion on my part. We had the same results with the paper as we did with the vials.
So what do I think of all of this? Strangely enough, I believe it. If you google muscle testing, there are as many sites that call it a crock as try to explain it. What do I say to that? Seeing, or in this case feeling, is believing. I didn't, and still wouldn't, believe it if I hadn't tried it myself.
I have to say I'm still disappointed with the results. I was hoping after 30 days to go back to my dairy loving, yogurt eating days. It seems that those days, alas, are history. I guess I had better get used to the almond milk and brown rice wraps. I wonder if I will ever develop a taste for goat milk? Yeah, I doubt it too. I just realized, she didn't test wine. Maybe we'll leave that one alone, I don't think I want to know.