So, to make sure I'd actually be back in business after this conga line of knacks and twinges, I started tracking my diet again.
Me being me, of course I have a neat little piece of software for that; and, software being software, it remembers what I ate when I've had to track my diet last. Things have changed - I neither cook as much or for as many people, but some things remain - I'm still consistently overkilling the sodium. No surprise, really - I love sour, salty and spicy things far more than one's usual kryptonite package of fats and sweets.
But out of curiosity, innocent curiosity, I've decided to live one day with as little sodium as possible - no cheese, no lox, no baked goods, no Tabasco, no salad dressing. I'm only allowing myself 1/4 teaspoon of kosher salt for lentils (half of which I already had) and possibly, baked potatoes on top of the sodium already dissolved in tap water and dairy products (170 milligrams in a cup of plain yogurt, yep). My first day as a guinea pig hasn't seen me do very much differently - same bowl of oatmeal for breakfast (1.5 cup oats, 1 cup oat bran, 1.5 cup of milk, 2 tablespoons of flaxseed meal, 0.5 cup hot water and one tablespoon of each honey and sunflower seeds), same cup of yogurt, same apple, same ocean of tea + 1 cup of cooked lentils for lunch.
So far I feel... very dizzy.
Not the same sort of zoning-out drowsiness I'd get from NSAIDs - I do think I can function mentally and I am hoping to get something done today. Nevertheless, this is puzzling to me - I remember how great I felt those many years ago when I parted with fast food, but this..? Perhaps the amount of tea I drink was evening out my overconsumption of salt - you know, those vices that walk hand in hand?
And now without the dubious benefit of that great cellular pressure regulator - sodium, I get to feel like a water balloon. Sweet...
If I do manage to get through this Day of the Guinea Pig and not faint say, on my way from the library, sum everything up and come up under par, I'll try to do this as a long-term project.
As one of my professors liked to say "Are most of your rats still alive? Good! You may continue the experiment". most, I love that, don't you?
5.30 Come dinnertime, I'm no longer drowsy, but still spacey, and, as opposed to earlier, extremely hungry. Hmm... As images of food float merrily around my head and make tweety noises, I'm torn between going to the market, acquiring, some oh I don't know, swiss chard, mustard greens, habaneros, sage, parsnips, jicama; and cooking them -- dreamy pause -- or just eating whatever's left of my lentils and contemplate beet salad (don't knock it till you try it, son).
Or take two fukitol on an empty stomach with eight ounces of water and go to the library, where none of these tough choices exist...
No, I already know where that gets me.
7.14 Food? Yes? No? Maybe?? Kind of???!!! case in point:
This is me, I'm the rabbit, and yes, I do love carrots this much. I am a hungry monster.
Come on, you and I both know I couldn't have put that ^^ under the cut, too cute.
Times are tough, I hope you're well.