Day 4: Where Are You My Sweet?

I'm feeling low today. The Marathon bombings have been in my mind constantly since Monday afternoon. Added to that two relatives and a friend lost their fathers in the past week, one to a tragic car accident. I am desperate to commiserate with my friend Chocolate. I usually do all the talking, Chocolate the listening—it's a good relationship that way. When I'm done I feel much better and Chocolate is, well, still there for me but in a different way. You know what I mean. This diet restricts all grains, all starches—that's right, my other companion, Frenchfries are also not available when I need them. Forbidden are: sugar, maple syrup (my true love, truth be told—I am Canadian after all), the aforementioned chocolate, even the homemade ginger peach jam that stares out at me from the corner cupboard with a forlorn expression, "spread me on something, anything, will you!" I'll be back, jam, you can wait.

Do I sound like I'm going out of my gourd? Yup, that would be correct. I haven't had a single snack in four days! What's this all leading to? I'll have the healthiest gut in town as I sit in the loony bin. Sheesh!

Okay, rant over. If anyone out there (is there anyone out there?) is curious about the diet and the science, Google GAPS. It's fascinating and revolutionary in its potential to treat and maybe cure such a wide variety of physical and psychological ailments. Maybe it will help me stop ranting about sweets! Or not.

I am feeling a bit less gassy and bloated, and the telltale sour taste that Candida leaves in my mouth is gone. So for now that will have to be reward enough as I plow on with this regimen.

P.S. The sauerkraut came out great, all purple and pretty with a hint of ginger in the mix, but the kombucha is taking its good 'ol sweet time. I'll have to make some seltzer in the new soda machine in the meantime.