One More Pound -- 189.2

I had a full house yesterday on my second "milk" day. I found that being around people was harder, I felt like I was suffering from low blood sugar and that made me feel emotionally vulnerable. Having made my husband's bacon, egg and toast breakfast with no qualms, when he asked me to cook him some hot dogs while he was in the shower --I lost it.  We had a back and forth exchange not worthy of us. I went and started the dogs on the grill and when he came out, we apologized to each other and he took over the grilling. He said I was "doing a great job" with the diet and he wanted to support me. Good!

A couple of times during the day, I felt almost drunk -- as though I was staggering slightly, in addition to feeling fuzzy headed. This is a sign of low blood sugar. I stuck to the diet and every time I had a little milk or yogurt I felt better. When I had a cup of milk in a diet root beer shake and a 1/4 cup of yogurt, I felt much better and survived the rest of the night with my kids, their wives, my sister and my granddaughter just fine. My son, who loves to cook and bake, brought over a delicious looking cherry pie. LOL!  I did not even allow myself to look at it. :-) nor did I let myself feel deprived. I thought about the shorts I had on, that I could not button until yesterday. And that my weight had dropped to 189.2 -- another pound - 5 in 4 days now.

Today when I woke up at 5 I decided to stay in bed and read. One of the books I have lying open, face down on my bed (I told my husband I need a book holder like the one Thomas Jefferson made, that holds several books, open at once on a twirling caddy)  is Sidney Poitier's letters to his great great granddaughter. Did you know that Sidney was born 2 months premature (and not in a hospital) and his father brought a shoebox home for his burial the first day? 24 hours later his Mom got up and sought out a fortune teller who predicted she need not worry about this child (her 9th) that he would survive and would travel the world, and meet kings and queens. She came home and told her husband to get the shoebox out of the house. Everything she said about Sidney came true.

Anyway, it made the time between getting out of bed and having a meal a couple of hours shorter. I still felt shaky, so I had that tsp of honey in my passion fruit tea and went off to usher at church, thinking about the fact that when I got home, I could have a cupful of cherries and a big salad. That was a glorious thought.
And I did.

For dinner I ate the second half of the spaghetti squash with tomato sauce  and an apple dipped in truvia and cinnamon, which tasted divine. Then off to the grocery store to restock the fridge with more veggies, avocado and fruit for tomorrow, plus my husband's meat for the week. Going to the grocery store on a full stomach is ALWAYS a good idea.  Picking up some chocolate ice cream for my husband was a little tough. I could taste it.

I trolled the fruit and veggie aisles for something different and decided on baby spinach, blueberries and raspberries for a salad tomorrow. And went to the salad bar for some cut up broccoli and cauliflower which I'm going to make into a soup. That sounds good til you realize I can't use any milk or cream in it. But I"ve got the veggie stock ready and I'll give it a try.

Spent the afternoon at the Car Museum, looking at fantastic muscle cars and playing songs from the 50's on a juke box. Never thought about food once while I was there. Veggie days seem much easier than milk days! I felt so distracted I forgot to massage the acupressure beads at 3. One of the rules is that you MUST do the massage and 3 pm and 7 pm -- no explanation. I ended up remembering at 4:30 and quick did a massage and several more throughout the night, whenever I thought of it, hoping that would make up for whatever mysterious qualities 3 and 7 have!