Day two did not start off like day one. I woke up with a minor headache. Cooked up 2 eggs, 3 slices of turkey bacon, and a pot of coffee; french roast in a french press. My eggs were much better than the hospital's but I managed to burn the bacon, something didn't feel right, I was not having a great start to my day like I had had my first day. At 11:20, the source of my unease was made clear. My mom called me at work to tell me that my grandma, Betty Birdsong had passed. She fell asleep and didn't wake, an easy passing the doctors say. I didn't break down, I didn't freak out, I kept on working till my phone was dying and I left work to finish my allotted job of making, what seemed like 100s of phone calls, at home. Once home, the nausea set in, upon entering my house, the residual smell of bacon in my house sent me running for the bathroom. Three or four bouts of dry heaves later, I crawled into bed and slept for three hours. I knew I needed to be at The Cove, the local music venue, to help with Walt Wilkins' concert and see him live. I couldn't eat anything without thinking of the nausea. My medical nerd brain was yelling, "you need carbs and carbonation! Carbs and carbonation!! Hello? Carbs and carbonation!!!" I listened, I broke, I ate a slice of wheat toast with butter. One piece of bread. And drank some carbonated water. I felt instantly better and made it to The Cove with only a slight headache. The concert was amazing, as expected, and I met and talked to Walt after the show about potentially performing his song, "Something Like Heaven," on my next album, Love & Luccheses. The Cove is wonderful. Lisa Asvestas, the owner and I talked extensively about the diet. She was very supportive, the health guru that she is. She mentioned that almond butter to go with my green apple a day, would curb the cravings, and help to keep me feeling full. She said good fats are vital, as your body is learning to burn fats instead of just sugars.
The menu at The Cove is perfectly adaptable for this diet, and its great to have a place to eat out. I thought I wouldn't eat unless I cooked it myself, which for an on-the-go girl like me, cooking at home is tough.
The exception of eating a small amount of beets allowed for me to get my favorite salad, the Warm Beet Salad with Shrimp. Pictured below:
The menu at The Cove is perfectly adaptable for this diet, and its great to have a place to eat out. I thought I wouldn't eat unless I cooked it myself, which for an on-the-go girl like me, cooking at home is tough.
The exception of eating a small amount of beets allowed for me to get my favorite salad, the Warm Beet Salad with Shrimp. Pictured below:
Spring mix lettuce with homemade balsalmic vinagrette, warm beets, grilled shrimp, goat cheese, and walnuts. Mm mm good. I didn't eat the flour tortilla chip "love." I drank water, which was the real challenge, while enjoying a concert at my favorite bar with over 50 beer choices and great wine.
After The Cove, I went to my boyfriend, Jake's place, the haven of cakepops, candy, Cheezits, sugary cereal, and Easy Mac. I was hungry after only having had a salad and breakfast. I ate my green tipped banana, and managed to find a spicy nut mix that had all things I couldn't eat EXCEPT Pumpkin seeds... My desperately hungry ass picked every one out of that bag. A true achievement. One that had Jake and his buddies giggling at how silly I looked. How... squirrelish I looked. I felt like the prehistoric squirrel in the children's film, Ice Age... clutching the bag of nuts like they were my last, and feverishly reaching to the bottom of the bag, trying to grasp the pumpkin seeds with the tips of my fingers, making the same squirmy, frustrated sounds that the prehistoric squirrel made. I got 'em boss.
After The Cove, I went to my boyfriend, Jake's place, the haven of cakepops, candy, Cheezits, sugary cereal, and Easy Mac. I was hungry after only having had a salad and breakfast. I ate my green tipped banana, and managed to find a spicy nut mix that had all things I couldn't eat EXCEPT Pumpkin seeds... My desperately hungry ass picked every one out of that bag. A true achievement. One that had Jake and his buddies giggling at how silly I looked. How... squirrelish I looked. I felt like the prehistoric squirrel in the children's film, Ice Age... clutching the bag of nuts like they were my last, and feverishly reaching to the bottom of the bag, trying to grasp the pumpkin seeds with the tips of my fingers, making the same squirmy, frustrated sounds that the prehistoric squirrel made. I got 'em boss.