Smokey Bones, health, work
I totally played hooky from work yesterday. Have GOT to stop doing this. But, I felt like crap Thursday morning, I was tired, I was cranky, and after my shower I fell back to sleep and didn't wake up until it was time for me to be leaving. So I called in and told them I had two flat tires*, and went back to sleep.
And slept.
And slept.
Nyte got so bored and hyper and impatient, that he made breakfast. (You know...perhaps this is why he's so keen on making breakfast. I am NOT a morning person, and would sleep until 2pm if I could, but he has become unable to sleep past 9am [heck, sometimes 8] and generally has to get me out of bed by waving something yummy in my face.) We watched Dr. Phil and judged the guests severely, then watched several episodes of Heroes. Heh. I knitted on Nyte's scarf more, and finally finished all of the yarn we have (he'll be getting at least one, if not two more skeins sometime later) for his ribbed scarf. It is thick and good.
I had tea, we moved downstairs after about four episodes or so, he skipped class (the main reason I have to stop skipping work - it's a bad, bad influence) and dealt with a few work calls from home, then went grocery shopping. We now have tons of veg and chicken and cheese. MMMM.
I made a pot of coffee with some of the flavored stuff we got in Christmas boxes at work, and it was wretched and stunk up the house. I dumped it eventually and made a new pot of Old Reliable (Folgers), and sucked that down. It was probably 6pm by this time, so having coffee wasn't the best idea, but I had a bad headache and felt like crap still. Nyte made french-bread pizzas and I felt better, and did a little work on Absorba, wound some hanks into balls, and knit up a gauge swatch for my new project.
And you know, I think I know why I felt like crap.
The night previous, we went to Smokey Bones. We'd never been there before, but knew it was a BBQ place, and Nyte didn't feel much like cooking, so off we went. It was fine, but...wow, I was not prepared to eat that much meat. Specifically, that much red meat and pork. Neither Nyte nor I has had much red meat or pork for....gosh, weeks. Certainly not for dinner, and what small bits we've had have been, like, in a can of soup or a bowl of chili or some salami in a Subway sandwich. So, completely small and definitely outnumbered by the other ingredients.
And then we had barbeque. That is a LOT of meat. I couldn't eat it all. I mean, I wasn't completely full, but I just...I didn't want any more meat. I happily munched on my potato and broccoli until it was gone, long after I'd given up on the ribs. And it's not like they weren't tasty - they definitely were. I just couldn't eat it anymore. And the next day, Nyte pulled the ribs out that we'd been unable to finish and had that for lunch, and I still didn't want any. They smelled delicious, but I felt awful afterward. And still felt awful into the next day, and didn't start feeling better until the stuff was out of my system completely.
Weird. Very, very weird. Tonight we're supposed to go out to dinner and a movie with people, and...well, now I don't really want to go. I feel like crap after eating out, no matter where we go or what I eat, it seems. Plus, I kind of don't care about the movie (or any movie, for that matter), and I think I'd rather stay home and work on Nyte's V-Day present where he can't see it. I don't know how long it will take, but V-Day is next week so I'd better get crackin'.
Bluh. I still don't feel quite right. I should have brought in a baggie of raw green beans and some salad dressing to dip them in. Ooh, that sounds tasty. So I guess I can say that I've effectively worked red meat and pork out of my system for the most part, and now I can tell how it makes me feel on a basic metabolic level. Yesterday I was worth nothing - I didn't even get dressed, just bummed around in my bathrobe all day and moved from TV to TV. The day before I bought a bunch of cleaning supplies so I could get the house clean - after eating that stuff, I didn't even consider getting up to clean. It didn't so much as cross my mind.
So. There's something to this dietary stuff, something that I can tell is physically different. And it's weird. But you know...I kind of like it. I feel...better. It didn't hit me until I felt like my old self for a little while.
Huh.
*This is not a complete fib. Wednesday after work I went out to my car and discovered that my front two tires were, in fact, flat (for all intents and purposes). I drove to the Meijer gas station down the road to put air in them, hoping that it was just the extreme temperatures (it's been between 0-15 degrees for the past few days, and Wednesday we had a good bit of sun that heated up the cars and tires and such) and expanding and contracting and all that jazz. The air pump was out of order. So I drove across the street to Target, where I'd been headed anyway, and got cleaning supplies and cheap hangable picture frames (and discovered there are no fans, only heaters with fans) as I'd been intending to, and called Nyte for advice but he didn't answer and didn't call back and bluh. My front tires were reading less than 10 lbs. and less than 15 lbs., but the back ones were fine. I resolved to try another gas station, as there are several on E. Broad before you get to the 270 ramp, and I knew at least one of them had a free air pump. It was also out of order. I tried the next one, and it didn't have an air pump. Finally, (fourth time's the charm I guess) the Giant Eagle gas station had a working air pump. I happily had 50 cents for three minutes (ripoff! the Meijer one is 4 minutes) of air, and aired up my tires in the freezing, freezing cold. They went from 10 to nearly 30 lbs. way too fast, and I waited around a bit to make sure they would hold air long enough for me to get home. They did, thank goodness, but I didn't get home until nearly 6:30, so that is largely why Nyte did not feel like starting supper at that point.
And slept.
And slept.
Nyte got so bored and hyper and impatient, that he made breakfast. (You know...perhaps this is why he's so keen on making breakfast. I am NOT a morning person, and would sleep until 2pm if I could, but he has become unable to sleep past 9am [heck, sometimes 8] and generally has to get me out of bed by waving something yummy in my face.) We watched Dr. Phil and judged the guests severely, then watched several episodes of Heroes. Heh. I knitted on Nyte's scarf more, and finally finished all of the yarn we have (he'll be getting at least one, if not two more skeins sometime later) for his ribbed scarf. It is thick and good.
I had tea, we moved downstairs after about four episodes or so, he skipped class (the main reason I have to stop skipping work - it's a bad, bad influence) and dealt with a few work calls from home, then went grocery shopping. We now have tons of veg and chicken and cheese. MMMM.
I made a pot of coffee with some of the flavored stuff we got in Christmas boxes at work, and it was wretched and stunk up the house. I dumped it eventually and made a new pot of Old Reliable (Folgers), and sucked that down. It was probably 6pm by this time, so having coffee wasn't the best idea, but I had a bad headache and felt like crap still. Nyte made french-bread pizzas and I felt better, and did a little work on Absorba, wound some hanks into balls, and knit up a gauge swatch for my new project.
And you know, I think I know why I felt like crap.
The night previous, we went to Smokey Bones. We'd never been there before, but knew it was a BBQ place, and Nyte didn't feel much like cooking, so off we went. It was fine, but...wow, I was not prepared to eat that much meat. Specifically, that much red meat and pork. Neither Nyte nor I has had much red meat or pork for....gosh, weeks. Certainly not for dinner, and what small bits we've had have been, like, in a can of soup or a bowl of chili or some salami in a Subway sandwich. So, completely small and definitely outnumbered by the other ingredients.
And then we had barbeque. That is a LOT of meat. I couldn't eat it all. I mean, I wasn't completely full, but I just...I didn't want any more meat. I happily munched on my potato and broccoli until it was gone, long after I'd given up on the ribs. And it's not like they weren't tasty - they definitely were. I just couldn't eat it anymore. And the next day, Nyte pulled the ribs out that we'd been unable to finish and had that for lunch, and I still didn't want any. They smelled delicious, but I felt awful afterward. And still felt awful into the next day, and didn't start feeling better until the stuff was out of my system completely.
Weird. Very, very weird. Tonight we're supposed to go out to dinner and a movie with people, and...well, now I don't really want to go. I feel like crap after eating out, no matter where we go or what I eat, it seems. Plus, I kind of don't care about the movie (or any movie, for that matter), and I think I'd rather stay home and work on Nyte's V-Day present where he can't see it. I don't know how long it will take, but V-Day is next week so I'd better get crackin'.
Bluh. I still don't feel quite right. I should have brought in a baggie of raw green beans and some salad dressing to dip them in. Ooh, that sounds tasty. So I guess I can say that I've effectively worked red meat and pork out of my system for the most part, and now I can tell how it makes me feel on a basic metabolic level. Yesterday I was worth nothing - I didn't even get dressed, just bummed around in my bathrobe all day and moved from TV to TV. The day before I bought a bunch of cleaning supplies so I could get the house clean - after eating that stuff, I didn't even consider getting up to clean. It didn't so much as cross my mind.
So. There's something to this dietary stuff, something that I can tell is physically different. And it's weird. But you know...I kind of like it. I feel...better. It didn't hit me until I felt like my old self for a little while.
Huh.
*This is not a complete fib. Wednesday after work I went out to my car and discovered that my front two tires were, in fact, flat (for all intents and purposes). I drove to the Meijer gas station down the road to put air in them, hoping that it was just the extreme temperatures (it's been between 0-15 degrees for the past few days, and Wednesday we had a good bit of sun that heated up the cars and tires and such) and expanding and contracting and all that jazz. The air pump was out of order. So I drove across the street to Target, where I'd been headed anyway, and got cleaning supplies and cheap hangable picture frames (and discovered there are no fans, only heaters with fans) as I'd been intending to, and called Nyte for advice but he didn't answer and didn't call back and bluh. My front tires were reading less than 10 lbs. and less than 15 lbs., but the back ones were fine. I resolved to try another gas station, as there are several on E. Broad before you get to the 270 ramp, and I knew at least one of them had a free air pump. It was also out of order. I tried the next one, and it didn't have an air pump. Finally, (fourth time's the charm I guess) the Giant Eagle gas station had a working air pump. I happily had 50 cents for three minutes (ripoff! the Meijer one is 4 minutes) of air, and aired up my tires in the freezing, freezing cold. They went from 10 to nearly 30 lbs. way too fast, and I waited around a bit to make sure they would hold air long enough for me to get home. They did, thank goodness, but I didn't get home until nearly 6:30, so that is largely why Nyte did not feel like starting supper at that point.