Day 12: A Votre Sante
I grow increasingly tired of people warning me about the possible effects of my diet. I talked to a 24/7 nurse AND my doctor about it, people.
Sigh.
The only thing I really worry about now with the diet is getting enough food. It’s really, REALLY hard, for better or for worse, just to pick up something and eat it on this diet. Very difficult. You really can’t. I am more aware of what I eat now than I ever have been in my life, just because I’m not eating mindlessly. But sometimes, like right now, I’m totally starving, and i have to go get something to eat, THINK about whether I can eat it or not, and then finally eat it. Slowly. I can probably tell you everything I’ve eaten for the past three days.
It’s been good though. Don’t get me wrong there.
One thing I have noticed is that alcohol hits me in a whole new way. One margarita with my dad on Friday and I was all sixes and sevens. One pina colada before Rufus and I was loopy. I guess it’s mostly because there’s not as much in my stomach to absorb the alcohol? And medicine takes effect differently. I had to leave the show a little early last night because my Aleve wasn’t working fast enough :o( ladybusiness sucks.
Rachelees comes home in 4 days. Evan gets here for Caitlin’s party in twelve days. I am so excited.
