On the mend
I’m finally sort of feeling better. I can’t leave the house right after I eat, but I did risk a trip to Target this morning and didn’t have any problems. Mike and I are starting to think that I had food poisoning. Last night we thought Elsa was coming down with the flu, but that never materialized (I have never been so happy to be wrong). I don’t see how I could be this sick and not infect anyone else. Must have been something at the restaurant we ate at on Saturday.
I spent almost 5 days eating nothing but rice. I had protein for the first time today. I didn’t even feel hungry until about 6 pm tonight. I was starting to seriously consider going on an extreme diet and living on rice for the next several months. I could be skinny! It’s easy to plan out when you have absolutely no desire for food.
Back when I was having gallbladder problems I ate nothing but rice and beans and Wasa crackers for almost a month. I lost 20 pounds. A diet is a lot more successful if you know you will suffer immediate, debilitating pain. That’s what scares me about lapband surgery. I am not educated enough to know how it works, but I think it works by making you sick if you overeat. I don’t want to be sick if I overeat. I don’t want to be scared to eat things I enjoy. I guess things do taste better than being thin, Oprah. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been thin.
I’m pondering starting a low-fat diet and seeing if I can stick to it, now that I’ve had a five day purge of everything I usually crave. I bought the ingredients for the recipe I posted above. I’m tired of my chicken and spinach wrap lunch, so maybe vegetarian burritos will be my new thing.
I’m looking back at my recipe blog and wondering why I never make some of those things anymore. The couscous salad is delicious. I think I stopped making it because Erik created such a mess when he would eat it. I guess I don’t need to get out cookbooks to add a little variety to our menu plan–I just need to go back and figure out what we used to eat.
Speaking of Erik and his messes. That boy. Argh!
I swear his sister can eat more neatly with a spoon than he can. And she’s 1. And she’s not a neatness prodigy. Did I spoon feed him too long? I stopped when he was 3. At that point I refused to do it any longer, even though Mike would still spoon feed him his dinner. Now that I’m seeing my 1 year old can spoon feed herself just fine, I’m wondering what the heck I was thinking.
Of course, that girl has never let me put a spoon in her mouth at all. We had major food issues in the beginning and I gave up on purees. That was a major part of our problem; she didn’t want assistance. She certainly doesn’t have food issues now, though she still doesn’t want assistance. With anything. Ever.