Three bean with olives and tuna...drizzled with olive oil, sea salt, pepper, and basil...fun warm weather dish. Enjoy!Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Three bean with olives and tuna~
Three bean with olives and tuna...drizzled with olive oil, sea salt, pepper, and basil...fun warm weather dish. Enjoy!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Cake cup!
I ran across this linkhttp://almostbourdain.blogspot.com/2010/07/gluten-free-5-minute-chocolate-mug-cake.html on Hashimoto 411 on facebook and adapted it to suit my needs. YUMMY!
My CAKE CUP!
Take a good sized mug and add 4 tab. buckwheat flour, 3 tab. real maple syrup, 3 tab. olive oil, 3-4 tab. sunflower milk with vanilla and a little sea salt. Stir well and then cook in microwave for 3 minutes. Enjoy! Now try your own version!
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Rhubarb compote over buckwheat pancakes
Since fruit bloats me (fructose intolerance) I was looking for something fruitlike to satisfy a craving...rhubarb is related to buckwheat so I gave it a try. It is technically a vegetable. The results were wonderful!
I found frozen rhubarb, nothing added, in my grocery store. I simmered it with real maple syrup. Ladled over my buckwheat pancakes, it made for a wonderful breakfast!
Pancakes
1 cup GF organic buckwheat flour
2 tab. arrowroot starch
1 tab. baking powder
sea salt
cinnamon
1/2 cup sunflower seed milk
1/2 cup water (more or less for thickness preference)
vanilla
2 tab. olive oil
Let rest for 10 minutes then cook on a lightly greased griddle. Flip. ENJOY!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Fruit is definitely not my friend!
Well...it's been a long road to discovery...but I am closer than ever. FRUIT! OUT! I began this journey for vain reasons too...hate the bloated belly. Eliminating fruit, fructose...helping tremendously to flatten the midsection. It is worth it. I like fruit, but not the bloating.
Sticking to veggies...and homemade buckwheat baked goods, homemade soups, and watching it when out to eat. Hey, I made sweet potato chips in the oven. Delicious! Google Martha Stewart's recipe. I did. Good stuff!
bye bye fruit...
Sticking to veggies...and homemade buckwheat baked goods, homemade soups, and watching it when out to eat. Hey, I made sweet potato chips in the oven. Delicious! Google Martha Stewart's recipe. I did. Good stuff!
bye bye fruit...
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Juicing is juic-a-licious!
I made my first attempt at juicing, inspired by my son Patrick doing it after watching the documentary, FAT, SICK, AND NEARLY DEAD by Joe Cross. I am hooked! It was fun and the results were delicious and satisfying nutritionally. In other words I felt good inside! YEAH!
I used Romaine lettuce, celery, onion, and cucumber; such a bright shade of green. Packed with flavor it was. I drank a glass that day and had another this morning.
Getting all giggly over juicing!
I used Romaine lettuce, celery, onion, and cucumber; such a bright shade of green. Packed with flavor it was. I drank a glass that day and had another this morning.
Getting all giggly over juicing!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Every time I think I know which foods are not my friends...
I sometimes wonder when it will end...this quest to find the best for me to ingest. Well, I started out googling my symptoms out of frustration, then doctor visit after doctor visit and finally a determination that I have thyroid disease and Hashimoto's disease which changed my life forever...for the better.
I gave up gluten then on and on and on I went...eliminating foods that are not my friends...foods that do not work for my insides.
Bascially I eat vegetables, vegetables, vegetables...but I will eat some fish, and chicken, and meat at times...fruit is still not my friend, I guess, but that's okay.
I was inspired by Joe Cross and his documentary FAT, SICK, AND NEARLY DEAD. I don't know about the juicing, but the empasis on mostly vegetables hit home...I began to realize I worked for years finding gluten free alternatives and less on gluten free choices that are nutritionally beneficial...duh...vegetables! I feel the best when I ingest them.
I am staying away from nuts again...don't seem to agree with me. So what DO I eat??? Vegetables, but not potatoes, tomatoes, or peppers because they can cause inflamation and that excites my Hashimoto's autoimmune disease. I also make my own buckwheat flatbread for my bread eating. I like seeds too.
Well, that's enough for now. I feel good...really!
I gave up gluten then on and on and on I went...eliminating foods that are not my friends...foods that do not work for my insides.
Bascially I eat vegetables, vegetables, vegetables...but I will eat some fish, and chicken, and meat at times...fruit is still not my friend, I guess, but that's okay.
I was inspired by Joe Cross and his documentary FAT, SICK, AND NEARLY DEAD. I don't know about the juicing, but the empasis on mostly vegetables hit home...I began to realize I worked for years finding gluten free alternatives and less on gluten free choices that are nutritionally beneficial...duh...vegetables! I feel the best when I ingest them.
I am staying away from nuts again...don't seem to agree with me. So what DO I eat??? Vegetables, but not potatoes, tomatoes, or peppers because they can cause inflamation and that excites my Hashimoto's autoimmune disease. I also make my own buckwheat flatbread for my bread eating. I like seeds too.
Well, that's enough for now. I feel good...really!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
When I didn't know I had Hashimoto's Disease...
A challenge was presented at Hashimoto 411 on Facebook. Post a photo of yourself in your teens...a time when you didn't know you had Hashimoto's disease. Well, I am almost fifty-nine years old and have only known about having this autoimmune disease for about a year and a half after a surgeon removed a suspicious nodule and part of my thyroid and told me I have Hashimoto's disease.
The pic is from high school, a time when many teens obsess about dates and blemishes, but when I think back I had always been constipated growing up and had headaches and sometimes migraines. In my twenties I had an infertility problem when my husband and I tried to start a family, and when I finally did get pregnant I had to have c-sections. I also had some problems trying to breast feed too.
In my thirties my itchy blistery rashy face messed with my self esteem, especially when I went back to college for writing. I seemed to be constantly flushed with the stress of going to college full-time and raising kids too.
Weight gain added to my self esteem lowering and my joints ached; weariness plagued my days.
I escaped by writing fiction. Creating characters and dialogue helped me forget about feeling poorly. I loved my family, but my quality of life was problematic. And yet, I didn't know anything else.
It was in my early fifties while my hubby and I were running a mom and pop diner operation that I had to have a kidney stone lithotripsied and my health seemed to go downhill with every passing day. I was so fatigued I was close to fainting. My insides felt like a bunch of those skinny balloons blown up when I ate. One day I said to my husband, "What do you feel when you eat, I mean, inside your body?" He gave me a curious look and said, "I don't feel anything, what are you talking about?"
I googled my symptoms and suspected a gluten intolerance so I began to watch what I ate but didn't eliminate gluten completely for a while. I went to the doctor's and told him how horrible I felt. He did some bloodwork and said I might have Hashimoto's but at that time he did nothing about it and I didn't know what he was talking about, since I had never heard of it. He sent me to a GI doctor and we did the acid reflux meds and I told him I was avoiding gluten to which he shook his head like, "What the...," but after a few months he told me he thought I should go to an endocrinologist and I would have to to be referred by my doctor. My doctor moved away so I began to see another doctor. She referred me to an endocrinologist. There was a long wait but I eventually saw her and she put me on a low dose of Synthroid. Two years later, she relocated and I was seeing her P.A., who was the one who sent me for a sonogram and the nodule was found.
The doctor who first told me I might have Hashimoto's but didn't pursue it at the time is also the doctor who wanted to put me on pills for breaking down proteins but I refused because the side effects were too hard for me to risk taking on. I mean, flapping your arms and wagging your tongue and becoming depressed. No thanks!
I could write a book about these experiences and I might but at this point I prefer to focus on fiction. I gave my eighth novel a main character with Hashimoto's disease; it is with me all the time...all consuming.
So here it is...my teenage photo, a time when I hadn't suffered for years not knowing I could have had help. I have help now...and I am thankful and determined to help others discover their autoimmune situation as early as possible. Life is amazing...especially when you feel better.
The pic is from high school, a time when many teens obsess about dates and blemishes, but when I think back I had always been constipated growing up and had headaches and sometimes migraines. In my twenties I had an infertility problem when my husband and I tried to start a family, and when I finally did get pregnant I had to have c-sections. I also had some problems trying to breast feed too.
In my thirties my itchy blistery rashy face messed with my self esteem, especially when I went back to college for writing. I seemed to be constantly flushed with the stress of going to college full-time and raising kids too.
Weight gain added to my self esteem lowering and my joints ached; weariness plagued my days.
I escaped by writing fiction. Creating characters and dialogue helped me forget about feeling poorly. I loved my family, but my quality of life was problematic. And yet, I didn't know anything else.
It was in my early fifties while my hubby and I were running a mom and pop diner operation that I had to have a kidney stone lithotripsied and my health seemed to go downhill with every passing day. I was so fatigued I was close to fainting. My insides felt like a bunch of those skinny balloons blown up when I ate. One day I said to my husband, "What do you feel when you eat, I mean, inside your body?" He gave me a curious look and said, "I don't feel anything, what are you talking about?"
I googled my symptoms and suspected a gluten intolerance so I began to watch what I ate but didn't eliminate gluten completely for a while. I went to the doctor's and told him how horrible I felt. He did some bloodwork and said I might have Hashimoto's but at that time he did nothing about it and I didn't know what he was talking about, since I had never heard of it. He sent me to a GI doctor and we did the acid reflux meds and I told him I was avoiding gluten to which he shook his head like, "What the...," but after a few months he told me he thought I should go to an endocrinologist and I would have to to be referred by my doctor. My doctor moved away so I began to see another doctor. She referred me to an endocrinologist. There was a long wait but I eventually saw her and she put me on a low dose of Synthroid. Two years later, she relocated and I was seeing her P.A., who was the one who sent me for a sonogram and the nodule was found.
The doctor who first told me I might have Hashimoto's but didn't pursue it at the time is also the doctor who wanted to put me on pills for breaking down proteins but I refused because the side effects were too hard for me to risk taking on. I mean, flapping your arms and wagging your tongue and becoming depressed. No thanks!
I could write a book about these experiences and I might but at this point I prefer to focus on fiction. I gave my eighth novel a main character with Hashimoto's disease; it is with me all the time...all consuming.
So here it is...my teenage photo, a time when I hadn't suffered for years not knowing I could have had help. I have help now...and I am thankful and determined to help others discover their autoimmune situation as early as possible. Life is amazing...especially when you feel better.
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