Big Fat Queer

August 31, 2011

Two Weeks Post Op – Two and a Quarter Miles

Last night I got a pretty solid six hours of sleep and after being up for a while I had another hour “recliner nap” so today my energy was pretty good. I felt better than I have since the surgery and took advantage of it with a nice long walk. I took some pictures along the way.

I went east to York Avenue and walked down towards the hospital where I had my surgery. It was my home away from home for a week and I haven’t been in that area since I got out. Along the way I passed by Sotheby’s auction house, which is one of the larger buildings on that path (it’s at 72nd Street and York Avenue).

Sotheby's Auction House.

Once you get further south on York you enter the hospital zone. The largest is New York Presbyterian where I had my surgery and lived for a week. It is the teaching hospital of Cornell Medical School and also affiliated with Columbia Medical School. It is a huge complex of buildings and divisions. According to US News and World Report’s hospital issue this year, NYP is rated No. 1 in New York and No. 6 nationally. They are in the top two or three in several categories. From my experience, they deserve the ranking.

New York Presbyterian Hospital Main Building

This is the main building. I have tried to find out who the architect is without much luck. If anyone knows please educate me.

Across York Avenue from NYP is Memorial Sloan Kettering Hospital which is ranked as the second best cancer hospital in the United States. I hope I never need their services, but it is good to know that such good quality care is walking distance from home.

Memorial Sloan Kettering Hospital

Across from Sloan Kettering and next door to NYPH is The Rockefeller University, which is a small research institution. There is no undergraduate school there. The only students are doctoral candidates and post doctoral fellows.

Entrance to The Rockefeller University

Close up of Rockefeller U Entrance

For a small university The Rockefeller University has large accomplishments.

Past The Rockefeller University there is a footbridge to a promenade along the East River. I walked over than and took a rest on a bench by the river.

The 59th Street Bridge over the East River and Roosevelt Island.

East River Tug and Barge

On the 71st Street foot bridge back from the river you can see the Hospital for Special Surgery which is ranked as the No. 1 hospital nationally for orthopedics and No. 2 for Rheumatology.

The Hospital for Special Surgery

With these top ranked hospitals and Rockefeller University in just a few blocks the amount of brainpower and healing concentrated in such a small area is almost palpable. I have walked this walk many times over the years and I am still impressed by the amount of groundbreaking science that goes on here.

My ankles are skinnier than they have been in a decade.

August 29, 2011

New Phase of Recovery – Healing the Mind

This is my last week off before I return to work. My physical recovery from sleeve gastrectomy surgery is going well and I think I will be ready to get back to some routine. While I do need this week to continue to get strength back, I am looking at this week as a time to begin working on my mental health. Not that my mental health is seriously compromised, but I have been through a lot, have repressed a lot in order to do what had to be done and I think I would be unwise not to consciously unpack the last couple of months and decompress. Also I need to prepare psychologically for the coming months.

The health care system doesn’t really talk about this much. I have nothing but praise for the care I have received from the surgeon’s team and the hospital staff. They were fantastic, competent and compassionate. But our culture still has some problem with openly discussing mental health. I did require a psych clearance for the surgery, but it was somewhat perfunctory. The psychologist offered to see me again if I need him, but I don’t have specific problems to work through, at least not yet. I may uncover some this week.

I approached the lead-up to the surgery as a project management case. Some of what I do for a living involves project management, and I think I’m pretty good at it. Also, having specific tasks and milestones helps me focus on the practical matters at hand and allows me to fend off emotions. When my father died I got the news at around five in the morning and made reservations to travel south about six hours later. During the intervening time until I had to leave for the airport, I cleaned house. Vigorously. It gave me something to to. I would have time to think and feel on the plane. Of course being in a somewhat public place would inhibit any display of emotion, but I could at least reflect. Having a task is useful.

I did have some fears about surgery in general. Most specifically I was worried about how my severe obstructive sleep apnea would affect anesthesia. Those fears were somewhat allayed by talking to a couple of anesthesiologists, but still the fear was there even when I came out of anesthesia. I don’t remember drifing off; it was very quick. I came too with several people shouting at me to “breathe!” I couldn’t breath at first, partly because my torso was traumatized from the surgery, there was a tube in my throat and I was heavily drugged. I felt a moment of panic that I couldn’t breathe. After a few efforts I was able to suck in some breath and they extubated me. Immediately in the recovery room, or as they call it now the PACU (Post Anesthesia Care Unit), they hooked me up to a cpap machine to help me breathe if I fell asleep. The anesthesiologist had even suggested I bring my own mask, which added a certain comfort factor. Most importantly, I was alive.

Another fear was blood clots, which is a major contributing factor to death from surgery, apparently particularly this type of surgery. My cardiologist gave me a doppler test to check the circulation in my legs which was fine. In the hospital they put inflatable leggings on me which periodically inflated and deflated to keep the circulation up. I was given regular shots of heparin (a blood thinner). And I was encouraged to walk, which I did as much as I could. The night of surgery they got me up and walked me about twenty feet before I insisted they get a chair so I could sit. I was getting quite nauseated. Also it was extremely painful. One thing I am glad of is that I did not throw up during the whole ordeal. I am extremely averse to throwing up. At some times, especially on that first walk, I had to really focus my mind to keep things together. In the succeeding days I was doing multiple laps up and down the hallway every couple of hours. By this point I think I am beyond the danger zone for clots.

There is also the fear of blockages or leakages. Leakage is potentially dangerous because if food leaks out of the stomach incision it can lead to peritonitis which can lead to death. They did a “swallow test” the day after surgery. I drank a barium beverage and a doctor viewed my upper GI on a scope. I could see the scope through the window of the room he sat in. The liquid flowed into the stomach and kept going. No blockages or leakages. Scar tissue can develop post op, but so far everything is going through. Overeating while the incision heals can pop the staples and cause leakage, but I am very careful not to do that.

These risks were all managed well and I did my part to help manage them, but the fears were real, though they stayed subliminal. I got a really good night’s sleep the night before surgery and I was not nervous when I was wheeled up to the Operating Room. I was surprised by that. Fear is useful. It is a great motivator. Without the fear I might not have been as disciplined and organized. But it is still stressful.

There is also the fear of the surgery not being successful, but so far it seems to be. Quite. And there is some anxiety as to whether or not I will be able to adjust my life to support the success of the surgery and not to sabotage it. My history with dieting is not encouraging. I lost a lot, then gained back more. Rinse and repeat. It’s called yo-yo dieting and it’s pretty common, especially among the Super Obese (which is what I was). It really is a term used in bariatric medicine. It is a step more severe than mere Morbid Obesity. Nothing but the best for me.

In addition to the fears, there are the matters of cabin fever and lack of independence. In the hospital I had very little independence and for a couple of days required complete round-the-clock care. The way I felt I didn’t mind, but by the seventh day I was ready to get out of there.

But even when I got home, I needed help. I had everything delivered because getting out on my own was not feasible. I did take daily walks, but only when friends came to walk with me. Not wanting to waste their time, I went about my walks in a workman-like way, getting it over with and not dawdling too much. After a while, all of this makes one feel a bit like an invalid.

My eyes started to become like mole eyes, accustomed to dark rooms and viewing things up close. I looked out the window, but it wasn’t the same as being out in the world. At the end of the week I did venture out on my own for a short walk to the market to stock up for the stormy weekend. While Irene didn’t impact me much, the constant alarmism on the news did build up some stress. It also kept me indoors for two days (along with half of the East Coast).

So today it was time to break out. I went out this afternoon and walked almost a mile. I stopped and shopped at the drug store and supermarket along the way. I stopped at Starbucks and got a cup of tea and sat for the better part of an hour at a little outdoor “pocket park” across from Starbucks and watched people go by, some of them quite nice to look at. I looked off into the distance and took my Ray-Bans off (Wayfarers, of course) and let my eyes adjust to daylight. I looked at the sky. I took my time. I was beginning to feel human again.

As I gain independence I need to build up my confidence that I can stretch a bit and go a little further each day. Not just distance in my walking, but pace and willingness to go places. Tomorrow I may go to Central Park. I had thought about it today, but the ground is really soggy from the hurricane and every year we do have news stories about people getting killed from trees falling over or tree limbs falling on them. I figured I would give the Parks Department a day to assess everything and give the ground a chance to firm up a little before I go sit in the park.

I also need to build confidence that I can continue to manage my relationship with food. At first after surgery, there was swelling in the stomach so the area that could contain food was very small. That seems to have subsided. Also I wasn’t hungry at all at first and because of gas cramps and a compromised sense of smell, I didn’t want food. I had to make myself ingest something for nutrition alone.

When I came home for the first several days I had purees I had prepared and frozen, which were ok. But by the end of the week I starting preparing fresh foods. At first just fruit. I bought some fresh pears and white peaches and mashed them up for snacks. Fresh food is so much better. I started actually enjoying food. I want to enjoy food, I just want to be able to stop at the appropriate time. So far I am doing that. I don’t want food to be drudgery, but I also don’t want it to be compulsive.

I don’t think I was much of an emotional eater. Sometimes I would seek comfort in food, but most of my overeating was due to constant physical hunger. I don’t have data to support this, it is just an educated guess, but I think my overeating was due to an imbalance in hormones, particularly too little leptin and/or too much ghrelin. Ghrelin stimulates appetite and leptin suppresses it. A normal healthy body will use these in a balanced way. You need food to survive so ghrelin tells your body it’s time to eat. When you have had enough, leptin tells your brain to shut the mouth and stop eating. That’s an oversimplification. Insulin is also part of this mix and I was injecting a lot of insulin, which throws the hormones into further imbalance. The part of my stomach which was removed produces the lion’s share of ghrelin, so that should help me regulate appetite. My blood sugar is already in much better control with far less than half the insulin I was injecting before.

Today after my walk I did have some appetite. At the supermarket I saw some nice cucumbers and decided to make a chilled cucumber soup. I peeled and seeded the cukes, cut them up into a blender, added plain non-fat Greek Yogurt, a bunch of dill and a pinch of salt and blended. It was delicious, and I have leftovers for tomorrow. I also baked a sweet potato and pureed it with yogurt and cinnamon to make a mousse. I bought frozen peas and made a nutty tasting pea puree. Between the cucumber soup and sweet potato mousse I used a full cup of yogurt so I got adequate protein for this meal. All of this was enjoyable food, but I was full after about a total of a half-cup of food and was no longer hungry. I am still not hungry. This is how it should be going forward. Food is enjoyable, but I eat small amounts and then stop. Tonight’s meal is my model going forward. I have some very tasty cantaloupe for later. I will not puree it, but I have cut it into small bites and I will chew it thoroughly. This also slows down eating and allows me to register fullness quicker.

I have lost 26 pounds since I got home from the hospital. That is an extremely fast rate of loss, but they did pump me full of intravenous fluids which I got rid of. I weighed 407 when I first saw the nutritionist on July 1. This morning I weighed 362. I have lost 45 pounds in less than two months. I have to prepare psychologically for the rate of loss to slow down and for plateaus to occur. One day at a time; focus on being healthy and not on the scales.

In sum, today was a good start to mental health week. One of the nurses asked me before surgery if I was ready. I told her that in my mind I had already gone past the surgery and was in the recovery phase. I was just waiting for the doctors to catch up. Well, life has caught up. This is real time recovery and I am beginning to feel like I have a future.

October 16, 2010

Going “Off The Grid”, Sort Of



Carribean Princess, originally uploaded by FantasticBabblings.

I went to Staten Island today to shoot some footage of the departure of the Carribnean Princess cruise ship. Winds were gusting up to 50 mph, probably more on the harbor, so only about 20% of what I shot is usable due to camera vibration. But some of it is good and I didn’t need a lot. I did get the still shot above.

I have a bit of a cold. I almost didn’t go out today. From now until the end of the year I will probably be working nights and several weekends. I don’t expect to be blogging much or making videos or anything much other than working and trying to get some rest in between. So if you don’t see much of me online, don’t be surprised. Everything is okay.

I had a follow up visit with my doctor this week to review all of the tests I have had over the last couple of months. It seems in spite of everything I am in pretty good healthy. The weight is a problem, but the things it engenders (apnea, diabetes and hypertension) are all under control. My heart is healthy. I have been checked for the major cancers and at this time there is no indication of anything. So I feel pretty good about that.

This week I have eaten relatively well with one off day (cheeseburger and milkshake). I have walked an average of a mile and a half each day. This morning I had a piece of rye toast with cream cheese. This afternoon I had a large bowl of Cantonese vegetable noodle soup, but I discarded the noodles and had vegetables and broth. I don’t know what I am having for dinner, but I will figure it out soon.

I will blog from time to time, but if I am missing, it means I’m just working hard. See you soon.

September 11, 2010

A Very Active Day



Chrysler Empire, originally uploaded by FantasticBabblings.

I walked over three miles today, and some of it uphill. I mentioned in other posts that I am collecting footage for a video about Manhattan’s rivers. My fall projects will be to shoot from various bridges and from other boroughs and New Jersey. Today I walked across the footpath on the Queensboro Bridge (aka the 59th Street Bridge, made famous by Simon and Garfunkel as the title of a song also known as “Feelin’ Groovy”.) Lots of aka’s there. On the other side, I caught the Number 7 train to Gantry Plaza State Park in Long Island City, Queens. It is a waterfront park on the East River. The picture here is from about two-thirds of the way from Manhattan to Queens looking south. It was a beautiful day. I got lots of still shots and even more video. By the time I finish shooting, I will have several hours of footage for a 5-10 minute project.

If you want to see some of the other still from today, they are the first several on my Flickr feed http://www.flickr.com/photos/eastsidephil/.

Before leaving on my trip I had an onion omelet with a salad. Between the bridge and the park I had a bottle of orange juice. I needed to hydrate and my blood sugar needed a boost from all that walking.

When I got home I was too tired to cook, so I ordered Indian food, lamb korma. I did have a couple of tablespoons of rice with it.

I got a call yesterday from my doctor’s office. Finally, after three months of mis-communication and, in my opinion, incompetence on the part of his staff, I finally have a schedule for a nuclear stress test at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. Turns out I’m not too fat for Manhattan after all, but I do have to travel all the way uptown. It is next Monday, the 22nd. I will let you know how it goes.

September 5, 2010

A Breakthrough in Fried Vegetable Technology

This afternoon I felt a little peckish and wanted a snack. Yesterday I went to the neighborhood farmer’s market, which is just a few tables at a weekly flea market a few blocks away. I bought tomatoes and squash. There are many ways to prepare squash, but growing up one of my favorites was fried. Lately I try to avoid breading things with wheat flour so I tried to think of some alternative. A few days ago I made some falafel from a mix and had some of the mix left. So I dusted the slices of squash with falafel mix and fried them quickly in very hot peanut oil. They were very tasty. Crisp on the outside with a strong cumin flavor. I can’t believe the spell check on this blog software does not recognize the word falafel.

The first day of my vacation I had an onion and tomato omelet (one of my favorites) and started doing housework at about 1:30 in the afternoon. I worked until after 10 pm, with a few breaks. It was good exercise. Things got cleaned that hadn’t been cleaned in a long time and I threw away a lot of crap. I also found a few things I could sell. I sold some stackable storage bins and a sewing machine today. I still have an old laptop computer and a brand new never used heavy duty (supports 800 lbs) folding chair. Come on craiglist, help me out. I had some chicken wings (delivered) and cole slaw (home made) for dinner. I rewarded my hard work with a cachaca collada for a night cap, which is basically a pina collada with cachaca instead of rum.

Yesterday I watched movies, took pictures of my items for sale, and had a nice long walk – two miles. It was a gorgeous day. I passed by Memorial Sloan Kettering Hospital on my walk. Outside stood a guy with an IV running to his arm from the bag on a pole, and he was smoking a cigarette. I’m so glad I quit in 1986 and never started back. It’s hard to shake. Even cancer won’t scare some people enough to quit. During the day I had the rest of the chicken wings, a tomato sandwich and a burger. Both sandwiches on light wheat bread (40 cals a slice). Friends came over last night to hang out and I had two beers.

Today I had some granola around noon with a golden delicious apple cut up in it and non-fat organic milk. Later I think I will make Eggs in Purgatory again. I still have sauce from the last time. It is thawing now. I am cataloging scenes from my surfing shoot last week and I hope to get it edited soon. I have a couple of other projects I am working on today.

Tomorrow I will probably take it easy, maybe go for a walk and take a camera along. Maybe I’ll catch the guy at Sloan Kettering on break again.

August 30, 2010

Maybe I Need to Drink More

In my 20s and 30s I used to be a heavy drinker. I mean heavy. On some days I might drink the equivalent of two six packs of beer or the better part of a fifth of liquor. Most days I drank some. For a couple of years after that I stopped drinking altogether. In the last 20 years I would describe myself as a light drinker. I don’t drink every day and sometimes a couple of weeks go by without a drop of alcohol. On rare occasions (like a couple of Fridays ago when I went out with friends – I blogged about it here) I drink a lot – for me. But nothing like the old days.

Time magazine just posted a study that says that heavy drinkers outlive non-drinkers. Moderate drinkers live longer than heavier drinkers though. I’m not even a moderate drinker. I guess I should step it up.

Yesterday I recovered from my Saturday at Montauk by watching tv and not much else. I had an onion omelet at midday with high protein, high fiber, low carb toast. For dinner I had two chicken thighs with a coconut milk curry sauce, steamed broccoli, and carrot/mango soup. Note to self: next time try a 2:1 ratio of carrots to mango. I did an even amount this time and probably too much mango.

Today I had a salad for lunch and some mixed nuts in the afternoon. Tonight I will have some low carb pasta with pesto sauce. I had basil left over from when I made Eggs in Purgatory, so last night I made a pesto. I usually like pine nuts with it, but I couldn’t find a small amount and the large amount was very costly. So I used almonds and it tasted fine. I will toss it with angel hair pasta tonight and some protein on the side. I haven’t decided which. Also I’ll have a salad.

Before the day is done I expect I will have walked a mile and a half.

August 29, 2010

Surf’s Up!

Montauk Surger Triptych

I went to Montauk yesterday as I mentioned I might in my last post. It was a beautiful day, mid to high 70s, clear sky and I was there at the peak of afternoon surfing. Ditch Plains beach, which is one of the main surf areas of Montauk, was crowded with surfers and sunbathers. I shot video until my battery died. There were a lot of good, long rides and at times the surf was rough. But as far as I could tell nobody got hurt. I only took a few still shots. The the shots in the triptych above were about a second or two apart.

One of the reasons I like to watch surfing, live or on film, is that it is something I cannot do. Similar for dancing. I haven’t been in years, but for about a decade of my life I was at the ballet frequently, often multiple times in a week. I don’t have physical grace or courage, or coordination for that matter. I am a klutz. Often watching entertainment or commentary or such things I think to myself, “I can do that.” While I might admire it, I don’t stand in awe of it. Things like surfing or dancing I do stand (or sit, or fall) in awe of. One great thing about Montauk surfing, and it may be universal for all I know, is that all kinds of people surf. There are young, in-shape guys like the one pictured above. There are also guys my age with beer bellies, and some of them, due to their experience, can out surf the younger dudes. And there are women. There were several women on the waves yesterday and some young girls. It was a great day.

After I finished shooting I decided to walk to the main town area of Montauk, which is only a few blocks of shops and motels. It is about two miles from Ditch Plains beach. It was a cheap day trip and I wanted to keep it that way. I get vouchers called Transit Checks every month. In addition to my monthly Metro Card that gets me around on city buses and subways, I get enough Transit Checks to cover my twice monthly commute to Long Island. These come out of pre-tax income so I save about 40% over retail when you figure the tax savings. However, I don’t always go to LI twice a month so over a period of time I have extra vouchers. So round trip only cost me $3 out of pocket, and I spent about $20 in cab fare round-trip to and from the train station. And one of the secondary points to the trip was to get in some good scenic walking. So off I went.

I have walked most of these beaches before, but never continuously from Ditch Plains to town. About two thirds of the way the beach turns really rocky. For a while there is enough space between the rocks that you can walk on sand, though the steps become somewhat serpentine. Then the rocks become very dense and very challenging. One of my favorite things about Montauk is that much of it is the way nature leaves it, and some of it is not hospitable to human traffic. This stretch of beach is that way, and once I got past the crowds of Ditch Plains, I probably only saw a dozen or so people spread out before I got to the town beach where all the motels are. I could have turned and walked back a mile or so and called a cab, but that would have eaten up time and the chance to have a nice meal before the three and a half hour train ride back.

I wasn’t panicky, but I thought I might have made a mistake. This was obviously going to be a challenge and a bit of a physical obstacle. I usually make sure that I do my walking in areas that, should I have a problem, there are people around who can help or get help quickly. Here, if I fell or injured myself in some way, I might lie there for a while before I could get help. Also going on required a lot of physical effort, more than I usually expend, and for a sustained time. What the hell. I saw that above the rocks just below the bluffs was a sand shelf that I could walk for a while. I climbed up there, which wasn’t easy since the sand kept falling away under my feet, but I got there. I was tired already. As you probably well know, walking barefoot in sand is not as easy as walking on a sidewalk in shoes. After a while I got to a staircase going up the bluffs. I looked up and the top landing was separated from the bluffs by about ten feet from erosion. It might be a nice view, but right now I wasn’t interesed in view. I sat on the lower step and put my shoes on because it was rock for the next 50 yards. Smaller rocks than the ones I had avoided for the last 100 yards or so. I maneuvered gingerly, using my cane and I finally got past the rocky area to sand beach. From there it was about a half mile to my destination, the cheap place to eat. I felt good that I had faced what, for me, was a big physical challenge and got through it. The amount of work spent on that two mile walk probably equaled the equivalent of five miles of city walking. I did wake up in the middle of the night with a cramp in my leg. I applied some heat, took Advil and went back to sleep for eight more hours. Today I am doing as little as possible.

The cheap place to eat is a little stand that sells burgers, dogs and fried seafood. I had the fried seafood dinner, shrimp, scallops, clams, flounder. The flounder was a little sub par, but the shellfish was great. And it was less than $15. In the morning before I left I had steak and eggs and rye toast. On my long walk on the beach, I felt like my blood sugar was lowering, and this was definitely not the place to have a crash, so I ate my emergency Pay Day candy bar. Snickers is not a good idea on a day out in the sun because the chocolate gets runny. There is a nice fudge shop in the town area of Montauk and I brought home a small square of Amaretto Chocolate fudge. I ate that for a midnight snack. This morning my blood sugar was good, so whatever carbs I ate yesterday, I burned. I did not have any insulin all day.

Here are a couple of other shots from yesterday, and no that is not my foot. My foot is stubby and gnarly. This is a perfectly shaped foot with a high arch. The guy is not badly shaped either.

Footprint

Pink Shorts

August 26, 2010

Eggs in Purgatory

A couple of days ago my dear friend Diana (PrincessDiana161 on YouTube, @PDi161 on Twitter) posted a picture on facebook of a dish called Eggs in Purgatory. I had never heard of it, but it looked delicious. I looked it up and found several recipes, but it is basically taking your favorite marinara sauce and putting eggs in it and letting them poach 3-5 minutes depending on how well done you want them. Diana suggested adding onions, garlic and pepper flakes, which I did. I really onioned it up. You can serve it over mashed potatoes, pasta, whatever you like. I had it over angel hair pasta (Dreamfields low carb).

I am of the opinion that most food is better with a little runny egg yolk on it, so I poached them for only about three minutes. As is the case any time you make something for the first time, there are improvements I can make. First, my sauce was a little too thin. Not too thin for pasta, but I coudln’t make wells in the sauce to put the eggs in, so I just poached them on top of the sauce. It worked, but it would have been neater with wells. Also my heat was not evenly distributed, so one egg was runny and one was not so runny. Also my plating was not as neat as I would have liked.

Nevertheless, it was delicious. I have lots of marinara left over, so I froze it and will use it again. I had a red leaf lettuce salad on the side with balsamic and olive oil.

I walked a mile and a half today.

My three day weekend has started. The weather is supposed to be nice and I have a couple of video projects in mind, so I will be doing a lot of walking.

August 25, 2010

Fat is Good

Well, some fat. The conventional wisdom that so much of the health-care and food industry perpetuates is that low fat diets are good for everybody. They probably are, for some people, for example people who have normal blood sugar levels and high blood fat levels. They probably should eat less fat and more complex carbs.

But I am the opposite. My blood sugar is elevated and my blood fats are extremely low. Thus I think it makes sense for me to eat more fat and less carbs. But mostly the good fats from nuts, olive oil, avocado and for me it seems coconut fat is good. I went back to having some coconut oil and/or milk every day this week and I can tell a difference in my appetite. From what I read, medium-chain triglycerides (like coconut oil) are metabolized into energy almost as directly as carbs, and not immediately stored. But they don’t raise blood sugar, at least not for me.

I will monitor the levels because as a diabetic, I don’t want to risk any elevation of blood fats above normal, but as long as I can tolerate the good fats, I am less hungry. I learned that earlier in this project, but I drifted away from it.

Today for lunch I had a ham sandwich on pumpernickel, half an avocado and a tomato. For an afternoon snack I had a Golden Delicious apple. For dinner I had another of the same sandwich and a vegetable puree of yellow squash, onions, carrots and lima beans with some coconut milk and sriracha.

Before bed I will have a small frozen berry and coconut milk and coconut water smoothie.

I walked a mile and a half today.

I have a three day weekend coming up. My energy levels have improved this week. I don’t know how much of that is diet and how much is the demise of infection agents. I have some ideas of things I want to video since the weather is supposed to be really nice. It involves a little travel around bodies of water.

August 23, 2010

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries

Earlier this evening I pitted a large bowl of fresh cherries by hand with only a paring knife and my fingers, which are now quite red. I put them in the freezer (the cherries, not my fingers) with some fresh pineapple chunks. I will be using some of this cold fruit to make a smoothie with coconut milk in few minutes.

I am feeling even better today than yesterday after a busy day at work. For lunch I had some roast chicken thigh and some raw vegetables. I had no breakfast or snacks during the day. For dinner I had organic peanut butter on Finn Crisps and the last bowl of home made vegetable soup from this weekend. Later I will haz my smoothie.

Though it was rainy and dank all day, I walked about a mile and a quarter.

I feel like I am more on track like the early days of this blog. I don’t know if feeling better is the cause or the effect.

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