and also, a broken record.
I keep pissing and moaning about the same old shit over and over. Like what, I thought the facts were going to change. Well, yes, I guess I did. I actually was quite certain they were going to change. So, shame on me. I should have long since figured out that hope is a whore and she’d let me down.
My point is, in an effort to stop being a boring broken record who only dwells on the negative broken-ness of her fucked up body and how much better everything would be had she just not been born at all, I’m going to dwell on change. I’m the Obama of infertility. I need a change, good, bad or indifferent just something different. Also, I need other things to obsess about while I’m not obsessing over my fertility (or lack thereof).
So, my new focus: diet. Right, because I can cure myself with the right food, right? (please just say yes, I’ve already deluded myself into thinking that this is the answer, so even if it isn’t, and it isn’t, I’m going to stick with it).
What do we know about diet and insulin resistance? Carbs = evil, protein = good.
What do we know about Minta? She thinks meat is yucky. Except bacon. She loves bacon.
I’m debating between a couple of different plans here. (Mind you, as I type this, I’m eating a doughnut, because fuck it)
GSA: A very regimented plan that is really for food addicts, but works for PCOS because it’s mostly raw veggies. It is very strict, and precise, though. We’re talking a scale to measure all portions, and specific portions alloted to specific meals. I have been successful on this plan short term in the past.
Raw: As in, just going raw. Supposed to be lots and lots of benefits to this one.
I feel a decision chart coming on.
Will post if I can find a way to add an Excel chart to the blog.