I am giving a real-live account by a real-live person about my progress on The Virgin Diet plan. I’ve already written about my first experiences. The Skinny on the Virgin Diet.
This is part two.
A quick recap: Dr. J.J. Virgin (PhD) claims that there are foods that many sources say are “good” for us that actually aren’t.
She explains there are differences between food allergies and food intolerances. Food intolerances make our body react in varied ways and not always directly after eating the offending food therefore we go though life eating those foods over and over and suffering what seems to be unrelated consequences.
Revisiting that list of what she calls the top High-FI foods:
Sugar and Artificial Sweeteners
This diet is not for everyone, but her claims are that most everyone loses seven pounds in one week. I am not one of those who lost that amount of weight in one week, however, but this is the most important thing for me: every other symptom she promised would go away has for me. Every promise she made of more energy, hair and nails looking better, no more acne, no more aches and pains etc. Delivered!
In addition while I have not lost a boat-load of weight I’ve lost two inches from my hips and two inches from my waist and am fitting in my size six and size eight jeans—the same jeans I couldn’t even get up over my knees before embarking on this diet that I now call My Healthy Life-Style Change.
The most work you will have to do is get her book and not just read it but study it. Then you’ll have to practically become a chemist to wade through the plethora of ingredients you can’t eat even from health food store shelves.
Which brings me to my first trip to the local health food store while on this diet.
Talk about out of my comfort zone…
There I was, driving into a parking lot filled with Toyota Prisus’ and Obama bumper stickers. I immediately felt unwelcomed and almost targeted. I was fiercely determined all the same. I forced myself to park and get out of my car, defenses on the ready.
I’m snow-birding it in Florida, and ahead of me in ivory linen pants, flip flops, and a flowing gauzy top was a senior with snow white wavy hair mid-way down his back. I couldn’t help but notice the enormous Tibetan Monk-like bald spot on the back of his head as I gained on him and then how I smelled him before I was within twelve yards of the man. I almost scurried back to my car at that moment, but endeavored to carry on. To my credit, I did not scrunch up my nose in disgust.
When I entered the store of the fruits, nuts and berries my preconceived notions were all reinforced. They were all there, the fruits, nuts, berries on the shelves and walking around.
I also wondered, “Do they know? Do they know I’m not a ‘greeny’ like it’s my religion? Do they know I didn’t vote for Mr. Obama? Can they tell I’m not ‘one of them’?” Expecting to be exposed at any moment I donned my reading glasses and proceeded to examine every single label, blocking out my fears.
My problem is, I despise grocery shopping. I’d almost rather have root canal. If I could order my perishables on Amazon, I’d do it in a heartbeat. However on this diet, you have to become your own chemist and know all the hidden “High F-I” foods that they rename. Sugar is the biggest culprit. For example, how the heck did I know agave was a super sugar?!
So carry your smartphone or tablet with you to be able to quickly go through and double check ingredients with Virgin’s book.
I got through the process, taking far too long, but kept a smile plastered on my face the entire time. Then I was ready for check-out.
This is where I know my cover was blown. The check-out young lady with white-person dreadlocks tied up in a scarf knew something was amiss. She must have seen right through me. Perhaps it was my designer purse made out of animal skins (well some of it is made out of canvas…) or just that general air of “I’m a Christian (or a Jew as I have always been mistaken for) who supports Israel with every fiber of my being, who loves my God, the same God who could be your God too, who would never vote a socialist into office and who actually believes that the Constitution is something to be paid attention to and not shredded.” I might have this written all over me. Or I thought, as my gaze quickly darted about, maybe it’s because I didn’t bring my own shopping bag that gave me away?
Yes, I did feel indirectly pressured into buying the hand-made woven tote from a foreign country that benefited some poverty-stricken area of our world. But it seemed to be going for a good cause and I could always use another tote.
Still, this did not bring favor with the check-out girl. I gave up trying to impress, kept smiling and thanking her as well as the young man who filled my tote with my groceries, paid for my purchases and dashed the heck out of there as fast as I could.
Of course when I loaded my groceries into my gas guzzling Jeep Grand Cherokee, that could have been another huge “tell.” Yeah, but at least when I go to the pump, my car is 100% paid for, that’s the way I comfort myself with the insane gas prices.
Regardless, I survived, I have since been back and have adopted a “God loves you too and God loves me despite the fact I don’t fit in with all of you” while I shop. The way I feel on The Virgin Diet gives me courage.
It’s an attitude. Yeah? You found me out? I’m a God-forbid, Christian supporter of the state of Israel and I took care of God’s gift of this earth long before Al Gore made it a religion and you probably don’t like me or anything about me. That’s OK. Bring it. I forgive your stares and disdain. I forgive your smelly armpits I detect one aisle over. I forgive it all. I feel so fantastic on The Virgin Diet, I’d go into a stinkin’ lion’s den if I had to in order to keep feeling the way I do.
Over a month and a half on this Healthy Lifestyle Change and I’ve never looked back, don’t plan to, love what I’ve become and love what I can eat! Even outside my comfort zone. So bring it!
And that’s my piece for today.