Food Stuffs

If I required any further proof that going back on the Dysbiosis diet was really working for me, this weekend has provided it.

Friday, after I walked to work because my car wouldn't start, I ate two of the muffins that Jackie had brought to work Wednesday afternoon. That evening, I was babysitting at Kara's and ate a bunch of pancakes and syrup with a diet Pepsi (lots of sugar). I spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch, feeling like I was going to be sick at any moment. I woke up feeling hungover.

Last night was the staff Christmas party, and I ate salad dressing (vinegar), stuffing (bread = contains yeast), Hawaiian fruit punch (sugar), and had to leave by 8:30 because my stomach was reacting badly. This morning, again with the sugar-hangover.

So, eliminating things that make me ill is a good thing. What I need to be able to do is to find a way to record the sensations I get when I am reacting badly, and play them back to myself during the moments when I find myself tempted by bad foods. Unfortunately, I haven't figured out a way to do that during the fifteen years or so that I have been reacting badly to food ^_^

This also means that I am not going to be eating even a small piece of Matt's birthday cake this year, which is kind of a bummer because it's that amazing flourless chocolate cake from The Chocolate Claim that Kara had for her birthday. Before this weekend, I would have risked it...but not now.

Now I'm off to make the first of many cups of tea today, and to work on my sister's Cowboy Quilt (I've only been putting it off for a year and a half ^_^)

I think my body is trying to tell me something

And that something is "Stop."

First it was stomach trouble, followed by the doom-headache, and now I'm having hot flashes. I am far too young for hot flashes. Perhaps it's just the office that is hot.

Special Council meeting tonight. I hope it will not take long. I want to go home and put a hot water bottle under my head and an icepack on top of it. Surely one of those will cure me.

Back at it

Ah, another Monday dawns...the golf course is greening, the dandelions are popping up, and my stomach is in knots.

I'm not sure if it's a weekend of trying to eat well (but probably failing), or if it's just that time of year, but I feel gross. Seriously. Like, alien parasites swimming around in my stomach gross.

And I walked to work today, which may have made things worse. Mom gave me the "Oh, Erica!" when I mentioned I had been driving to work since I got my truck, which sent me into a shame spiral. So, I walked to work and got my stomach all churned up in the process.

This is why I'll never be an award-winning blogger. Intestinal woe!

My body may be giving up the fight

I'm not sure, but yesterday it was my stomach, today it is my throat and head. I think my body is trying to tell me something. Perhaps that something is "You are making yourself sick, dumbass. Go home, wear fuzzy pants, and lie on the couch while watching movies, drinking tea, and feeling sorry for yourself."

I went home a couple of hours early yesterday, because of my Stupid Stomach Troubles. I am debating going home after the others get back from lunch, because I need rest and there's no way I can take a sick day tomorrow.

On the other hand, if I go home, I'm just going to stress out and be anxious about emails coming in or missing phone calls or people thinking I am a slacker.

On the third hand, ginger-ale would be really nice right about now. And maybe some toast with jam. And I wish my dad was here to bring me tea with honey. And my cats were here to curl up on my lap.

Okay, rambling over. Back to work.

Monday Morning, like a jolt to the system.

Sean has put ideas in my head again, and now I am trapped in a daydream.

Would it be bad if I went back? Could it possibly be as bad as I remember? With the old guard gone, could we change things to create a happy environment? Maybe Baa-chan will shuffle off this mortal coil and stop poisoning the place.

Curse you, Sean-sean. Curse you for making me dream about kaiten-zushi at Kamikitadai, and shopping at Diamond City, and walking down Daigaku-dori in Kunitachi on my way to dance class. I want to go to the Yuzawaya over Bic Camera in Tachikawa and buy lots of scraps of cheerful cotton.

I spent the weekend in bed or on my couch, sipping tea and ginger ale. I couldn't go to Carmacks for a training session, because I was ill, ill, ill. Headache and stomachache and nausea and all manner of foul things. All I could do was lie there, listening to movies and sleeping. Stress is a killer.



Okay. Less with the daydreamin', more with the working on the Festival...I still need to find a speaker.