My husband even went as far to say "You are not the person I married" Please note he meant this in a good way, not in the way where I would have to drop an elbow into his stomach and tell him to quit his whinging….
To start with, I didn't even own an apron when I began this journey. I never really needed one. Now I have 5 (well 6 if you count the one my brother bought me back from Italy with the statue of David on it, so it looks like it's my body and I have a tiny penis…) Always a hit in the kitchen…
Pre becoming fructose free, my pantry was full of packaged foods and 99% had fat free written on it. All of my fridge was filled with "diet foods" that were full of sugar but FAT FREE!! Now there is only one shelf out of 8 that has packaged food on it and my fridge is filled with fresh produce and lots of good fats!
I was 6 months into this journey before my husband bought me the thermomix and things have only improved from there. Don't get me wrong, I still burn the shit out of things, cook things that make the kids gag and file their own adoption papers and I still have lazy days and weeks where I don't want to cook a single bloody thing BUT I am definitely a changed person that is for sure.
I like this new me. The new me can say no to cake and junk food and actually mean it. The new me can whip up a fructose free version of a recipe and wow the crowds with it. The new me can read a label like a scientist and the new me doesn't spend 99.9 percent of her day feeling guilty for what she has just put in her mouth.
I had the inlaws stay with us before Christmas and serving them food is like serving up your plate to Gordan Ramsey. You just know it is going to be criticised and picked apart just with less F words.
However this visit I not only managed to impress but also managed to make them think that the thermomix was a robotic chef because there was no way in hell that I could produce such awesome meals… it must have been the thermomix…. thanks a lot.
I am now at the stage where I don't even look for fructose free meals at all. I find a recipe on the internet, in magazines or even in one of those olden day things called a book and go from there. Its nothing now to find substitutes for the things in recipes that I can't have and 9 times out of 10 you can't even tell the difference. Of course when you can tell the difference it is because it tastes revolting and it brings me back to reality that I am not some Magician of Cooking who can just change things as I like. Apparently there are rules in the cooking world and the cooking Gods will punish those who mess with their recipes…. food poisoning anyone??
I can't believe that come April, I will be 12 months fructose free. It only seems like yesterday I was feasting on Easter Eggs to get them out of the house before I started this journey. I could have just binned them but eating them seemed what the Easter Bunny would have wanted.
I had a friend visit yesterday and the purpose of her visit was for me to write an eating plan, so that she could try and begin the New Year by quitting Fructose. I printed out my weekly meal plans and tried to explain to her the rules of quitting sugar. I wanted it to sound really cool like "fight club"…
Rule number 1 : You eat fructose, then I come and punch you in the mouth
But somehow she didn't like that rule and we decided that fight club rules should really just be kept strictly to Brad Pitt and his delicious Abs…
I gave her 3 books
The Sugar Book by Damon Gateau
and Sweet Poison and Eat Real Food by David Gillespie.
She looked at the books, looked at me and asked if there was a version where I just told her what to do and she didnt have to read anything.
I printed out my cheat guide to sugar and tried to go over the how many gms of sugar per 100gm she could have and she left happy that she was going to smash the sugar out of this lifestyle. This morning I got a text from her telling me that she wants a $2 McDonalds chocolate waffle cone and that she may kill someone if she doesn't get one soon. Sounds like the detox is off to a glorious start.
For those starting this journey, I really believe that knowledge is power. The more you read, the more you know and it helps when succeeding. Without sounding like I'm tooting my own horn or that I'm selling tickets on myself, I wish I would have found a blog like this to read when I first started. Everything I read was so sterile and it made me question my willpower and why I wasn't loving all these BEST RECIPES ever that were fructose free (tasted like ass). It took me months to be able to know what ingredients I needed when shopping, so I wouldn't have to stop and read every single bloody food label. It took me just as long to find things that suited my families palate and suited two fussy kids.
There will never be a one size fits all approach to any lifestyle change, so you have to be prepared to do the hard yards or at least find someone to do them for you.
The 7 year old told me yesterday that he no longer likes chocolate, ice-cream or lollies ( he wouldn't touch any of these over Christmas/New Years when offered) because they give him a headache and make him sick BUT he still loves soft drink and wishes he could have 1 soft drink a week as a treat. I refuse to budge on this and said its still a very very special occasion treat, like on your birthday kind of thing. I found him on the iPad yesterday googling how to make your own soft drink. So now he wants to buy a soda stream with his christmas money and make "sugar free" soft drink…. sure you will little one, sure you will.
I updated some recipes today and here are the links. These are meals that have been on my dinner rotation for awhile now.
THE SWEET STUFF
I had big plans today to cook up some magic in the kitchen but I think the park sounds like a better offer.
Happy Saturday xx