Well, I'm gonna cop to some stupid stuff here. Last week, my dear friend TKW was here for dinner. She biked in, and we had Ahi tuna steaks on the grill. I started telling her about the low-carb Uber-Mocha I've devised, and we decided that it would be a great idea for me to make one... or two. So I wound up having a mocha with her... at 9pm.
I woke up with my gallbladder trying to punch its way out of my torso -via- my rib cage. It's done this before with coffee late at night, but I thought that since it was a low-carb version, I wouldn't get that sugar dumping thing again. Wrong. Anyway, it seemed to quiet down a bit later that day, and I just thought I'd try and muscle through it.
Last night, CCK and I were headed to a zen event I was in charge of running. We needed something to eat on the run, so we swung into the Hawthorne Fish House. Great food, and very lightly fried--not in batter--but brown rice flour. It's about as low-carb as you can get and still be considered a fish fry.
I'd totally spaced on the "fried foods" thing and ate a goodly share.
Oi! The pain really started to hit me about an hour afterwords. By the time we got back from the event, all I could do was make pathetic noises and grunts. The thought of moving hurt. On a 1-10 scale, this was easily a 7.5, and I haven't been there in a long while. I took some medicine, including naproxen sodium and settled into a very fitful and painful sleep.
I woke up feeling considerably better today, and had no trouble working the workshop that followed. I actually made cheese omelets for the crew this morning. Had mine, and a pork sausage patty. Had fish tacos for lunch. Then about 3pm, it hit again. This time it's about a 6.o, and naproxen is back in me. More medicine to come. We'll see how it goes.
But the nice thing I had happen today is that I just visited the scale, and I'm down to 243.8! Admittedly, teh angry gallbladder is a very effective diet, but I don't think that's really it. I have been eating, but I think the ANA is starting to work again. They called it: if you stall, just hang in there. Well, that is being road-tested, to be sure.
Today at the event I was "runner" for, I had a staring contest with a multi-grain cracker. I won. Ditto with the hummus, and the apples, and the pears, and the cookies. But of all of them, the cracker was my greatest challenge. I even cut up an olive ciabatta. Not a crumb went into me.
This new strength--this internal fortitude to say 'no'--is so new to me. At times, I wonder where it's coming from. Is this really me doing this? Is this really me who's now lost (depending on where I start counting) over fifty pounds? Ten of which came off while I was on vacation? To Wisconsin?! And if you go from my highest weight (340) nearly a hundred pounds!? I won't count that number, because that was way back in 2001, but I'll damn sure take the fitty. That is a real accomplishment, and for the first time in this entire practice--this entire proccess--I'll say this:
I'm proud of myself.
Tonight, JB is coming by. I took a carcass from a roasted chicken and cooked it with a leek, an onion, a shallot and a few other things along with star anise, cinnamon, clove, coriander seeds and all that whatnot, and will be making phở gà--or Vietnamese chicken soup--my favoirtist soup EVAH. I'll be road-testing the Shiritaki noodles in this. Picture and report to follow.