Brief Health Blurb
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threadwalkerI need to stop eating pasta "in quantity". I.E. as a meal. In fact, based on recent bread-a-palooza's and Monday's pasta-oriented lunch, I think that I need to seriously knock it off. Not just in a flirty, "oh, right. I shouldn't do that." But in a "this makes me feel like shit for days afterwards so don't do it".
Ugh. I post this to remind myself. I am as bad as an alcoholic at an open bar when it comes to carbs. I may forget again as soon as I smell the french bread, but I hope I don't. I hope this weeks suck-tastic pasta adventure will stay in my lizard brain.
On monday I ate from the work cafeteria. I had a banana and 2 pieces of bacon at breakfast. I felt fine and skipped my mid-morning snack with the idea I'd get something from the hot grill in the cafeteria, which usually has larger portions. So for lunch I had the bowl of pasta and grilled chicken. It was not an extraordinary amount of food.
I felt "full" up through last night (Tuesday night) and never "passed" it. That means not only did I NOT feel hungry for over 24 hrs, it means I felt "over full from eating" for over 24 hours. And my guts gurgled and commented the entire time, letting me know they had the pasta and were still dithering like "certain friends" making fabric selections.
I felt like I had a bowling ball in my gut for over a day. I didn't go to the gym either night; I went to bed feeling miserable in my tummy. And woke up feeling the same way.
I caved last night and went to the pharmacy for a laxative. (who knew they had so many different kinds!?!) I hate doing that, though. As an OCD person, I'm super sensitive to anything that might be a whiff of an eating disorder. I fall into habits/routines very easily and although I'll never be the anorexic, I can see the attraction of the binge/purge cycle. (shudder)
I didn't bounce back until lunch today and I took it slow... I skipped breakfast because I got distracted by the audit (still wasn't hungry anyway). I hit the cafeteria for lunch (walked past the pasta bar cringing inside and out). For lunch I had a 3oz portion of salmon, 1/2 cup cottage cheese and bell peppers... I'm back in my "safe zone". I'm definitely feeling better this evening.
I'm also jonesing for the treadmill and my bike. I keep fantasizing about riding over the top of the hill... up Tunnel Road and down into Berkeley. I may have to use tomorrow night to work out. I try to set Thursday aside for "Day of Rest", but if we don't eat super late for dinner, I'll probably take a fitness interlude and let the hubby put the kids to bed. We can hold hands and be romantic after I take my post-run shower.
Anyway... my neighbor at work suggested I felt crappy because I'm so healthy that I'm making my body be intolerant of junk food. He then declared this is why he'd continue to eat donuts for breakfast and pizza for lunch.
I disagree with this. I strongly suspect that I used to feel like this all the time, but I didn't notice it because I never felt well-enough to actually have something to compare it to. I just kept plugging along and eating when the clock told me to and didn't worry if I felt sluggy because I ALWAYS felt sluggy.
Anyway... Must impress on Lizard brain that wheat carbs = extreme pain and misery. Bread bad. Baked goods bad. pizza bad. pasta VERY bad. (ugh!)
Ugh. I post this to remind myself. I am as bad as an alcoholic at an open bar when it comes to carbs. I may forget again as soon as I smell the french bread, but I hope I don't. I hope this weeks suck-tastic pasta adventure will stay in my lizard brain.
On monday I ate from the work cafeteria. I had a banana and 2 pieces of bacon at breakfast. I felt fine and skipped my mid-morning snack with the idea I'd get something from the hot grill in the cafeteria, which usually has larger portions. So for lunch I had the bowl of pasta and grilled chicken. It was not an extraordinary amount of food.
I felt "full" up through last night (Tuesday night) and never "passed" it. That means not only did I NOT feel hungry for over 24 hrs, it means I felt "over full from eating" for over 24 hours. And my guts gurgled and commented the entire time, letting me know they had the pasta and were still dithering like "certain friends" making fabric selections.
I felt like I had a bowling ball in my gut for over a day. I didn't go to the gym either night; I went to bed feeling miserable in my tummy. And woke up feeling the same way.
I caved last night and went to the pharmacy for a laxative. (who knew they had so many different kinds!?!) I hate doing that, though. As an OCD person, I'm super sensitive to anything that might be a whiff of an eating disorder. I fall into habits/routines very easily and although I'll never be the anorexic, I can see the attraction of the binge/purge cycle. (shudder)
I didn't bounce back until lunch today and I took it slow... I skipped breakfast because I got distracted by the audit (still wasn't hungry anyway). I hit the cafeteria for lunch (walked past the pasta bar cringing inside and out). For lunch I had a 3oz portion of salmon, 1/2 cup cottage cheese and bell peppers... I'm back in my "safe zone". I'm definitely feeling better this evening.
I'm also jonesing for the treadmill and my bike. I keep fantasizing about riding over the top of the hill... up Tunnel Road and down into Berkeley. I may have to use tomorrow night to work out. I try to set Thursday aside for "Day of Rest", but if we don't eat super late for dinner, I'll probably take a fitness interlude and let the hubby put the kids to bed. We can hold hands and be romantic after I take my post-run shower.
Anyway... my neighbor at work suggested I felt crappy because I'm so healthy that I'm making my body be intolerant of junk food. He then declared this is why he'd continue to eat donuts for breakfast and pizza for lunch.
I disagree with this. I strongly suspect that I used to feel like this all the time, but I didn't notice it because I never felt well-enough to actually have something to compare it to. I just kept plugging along and eating when the clock told me to and didn't worry if I felt sluggy because I ALWAYS felt sluggy.
Anyway... Must impress on Lizard brain that wheat carbs = extreme pain and misery. Bread bad. Baked goods bad. pizza bad. pasta VERY bad. (ugh!)
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Sing it sistah!
Date: 2008-02-14 04:58 am (UTC)I agree, we have so much for long we don't now what "good" feels like, si its not weird to feel sluggy.
Down with carbs!
Re: Sing it sistah!
Date: 2008-02-14 05:39 pm (UTC)I'm singing it!
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Date: 2008-02-14 07:38 am (UTC)Much kinder to my innards than laxatives.
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Date: 2008-02-14 05:40 pm (UTC)the metamusil trick did not work.
the prune juice did not work.
trust me... it was the last thing I wanted to do. But i feel soooo much better today.