I woke up yesterday morning feeling like I’d been out partying hard all night. I don’t have to describe the symptoms to you, do I? You know what they are. But the thing is, I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. Of course, I didn’t have a great night of sleep – but it wasn’t any worse than all the nights before it. I was crabby all day, and Alison was getting on my nerves. What the heck happened to the sunshine that normally radiates from every orifice of my body? Let’s review.
Wednesday was date night, and I decided I was going to cheat -just a little- on the no corn/egg diet. I figured I could pump and dump, now that my breast milk supply is going strong again. I really have no idea how long it takes food to metabolize and get into my supply, but I figured a 12 hour window would probably do it.
And anyway, like said. It was just a little cheat. I shared a few bites of warm chocolate cake with ice cream and chocolate drizzle with Jeremy. And it was so freaking good. It more than made up for the hour and a half we spent trying to watch Love Guru afterward. My critical review? Half a star. Don’t bother watching unless you toke up first, which I decided must be a requirement we didn’t know about.
But I’m pretty sure, after a careful replay of my attitude yesterday, that it was the dang CORN. Or corn syrup, to be exact. I didn’t realize until now, how much improved my attitude has been since I’ve been off the corn. I thought it was because I’d been following Love and Logic and its great results were the reason I wasn’t a big crab cake. But no, I have no patience for things like empathy and a smile when I’ve had corn syrup. And I felt like crap. Everything about my life seemed harder to handle yesterday, and I was having flashbacks to my Post Partum Depression.
So, moral of the story? I won’t be having High Fructose Corn Syrup, even after I’m done breast feeding. It turns me into a monster. I’m so glad I know that now, before I scarred my children for life! And before my husband left me for someone without a dark side.