No more hospital visits. No blood clot, no collapsed lung. No asthma attacks.
Which is good.
The lethargy which clung to my ass, dragging me couch-bound, seems to have abated too. Likewise the headaches.
I have tried new foods and new combinations. Some I’ve grown quite fond of, others, not so much.
The lentil spaghetti sauce with non-wheat spaghetti? Pretty good.
The pepper and cashew pilaf with red onion? Not so much.
I’m a convert to rice milk, though. And oat porridge with raisins. And fruit. Bowls and bowls of fruit.
One thing I’ve realized, however, is that my blood sugar dives when I’ve not eaten enough. All of a sudden dizzy will sweep across me, like a numbing wind, and I’ll feel like I’m going to fall face first into onto my keyboard. Good thing the kitchen is right behind my office. I stumble in, grab rice cakes and manuka honey and chow down. Well, as much as one can chow down on what is little more than packing peanuts squeezed into a circle and sold as food.
It’s only the first week, which didn’t start well, as you know, dear reader. So it’s probably not unusual that I still miss coffee, desperately. That I would love a bread roll with a nice hunk of cheddar cheese on it. My craving for sweets is gone, though, likely because of the amount of fruit and honey I’m consuming.
I’m hoping this desire for that which is bad for me will pass. Because I’ve still got twenty two days ahead of me.
We’re twelve days into the new year. How has your year started off?
Book: Ransom by David Malouf
Song: She Makes Me Wanna by JLS