Have we seen any changes? Not really.
Is cooking gluten-, dairy-, and sugar-free getting easier? Well, kind of. The constant mountain of dishes on my counter is getting old, though.
Should we keep going? Ehh…
Another week of getting up three hours early and still not finding enough time to eat breakfast myself come and gone. At least it’s not so difficult anymore–in fact, I’m finding the time a peaceful, relaxing way to start the day. And without two kids clinging to your legs, cooking isn’t so bad. (Of course, the lunches I cook now are almost always leftovers from supper … but it’s still work, right?) Knowing what I can and can’t make is immensely helpful.
And my husband figured out how to make delicious waffles without wheat, casein, or sugar. He even found a recipe for syrup that tastes good. The past two Sundays we’ve made sure to plan ahead by baking waffles for at least two breakfasts during the week and snacks for every day. We’ve got a good stock of almond flour-coocnut flour cookies in our freezer now, as well as these strawberry “marshmallow” things that are basically plain gelatin with fruit and lakanto. These pre-made treats have been a lifesaver for doing this diet.
We successfully ate out at another restaurant, too, and managed to stick to the diet. Logan ate broiled fish with extra sides of vegetables and seemed to accept that he couldn’t eat the bread appetizer or ice cream dessert the other children had. He’s also downing his probiotics and asking for more. All signs point to successful implementation of the BEDROK diet.
Yet… Are we seeing any change? My husband pointed out that improvement was supposed to be displayed fairly quickly, but we are still getting reports of rough days at daycare and still see crabby, whining fits at home. Would it be much worse if we went off the diet? It seems like we’ve been here before, contemplating if we should ditch the dairy-free diet because we couldn’t tell much change–and when we did, Logan’s behavior immediately went south. So maybe the change has been so gradual it’s been hard to really tell. I suddenly feel scared, like the possibility of living with autism forever is finally hitting me square in the face. I wonder, nervously and shamefully, if I’ve simply been in denial all along.
Then again, how could we not have tried …
Feeling: I suppose I should feel embarrassed, looking at my husband’s waffles below, but I’m not. I’m just glad one of us can cook.