Today marks my 1-week surgiversary y’all know I look for reasons to celebrate!), and all is progressing nicely, I think.
- Swelling is down and I’m not having to take quite so many ibuprofen.
- I’ve been able to exercise four days in a row without any lingering effects (although it does throb a teensy bit while I’m exercising.)
- I’ve managed nutrition fairly well, maintaining good protein and fiber levels, but I really missed having food I could chew.
So today I celebrated by easing off the “soft food” requirement suggestion. This lunchtime meal was certainly tasty:
I’ve had eggs and toast twice in the past week already, but today I celebrated by having them with BACON. Woo-hoo–walking on the wild side! The bacon helped, but somewhere in the middle of lunch I crossed my egg threshold. I don’t want them again anytime soon. (Do you do that with certain foods–just reach a point where your mouth says, Um, no?)
I was on the verge of crossing a similar line with tuna, so tonight I decided that since chewing the bacon didn’t seem to cause a problem, I’d continue this Dance with Danger by having chicken and salad:
I usually have chicken and salad three or four times a week, and I sometimes get tired of it, but after a week’s abstinence, I was more than ready for it!
As you can see, I also had some nice, soft sweet potatoes. These were just nuked and smashed with a smidge of Smart Balance and a squirt of sugar-free maple(ish) syrup. They should have had a dusting of brown sugar instead of the syrup, but I have somehow managed to misplace my entire container of brown sugar. (If you have any idea what I did with it, please email me ASAP as I have another sweet potato for later this week.)
So far, so good. If I don’t notice or suspect any aftereffects, I’ll continue expanding my menu to include more of my “normal” foods. Oatmeal, eggs, yogurt, tuna, and smoothies may be part of my regular menu and I enjoy them, but eating only those foods for a week was tiresome. (And yes, I’ve been reminding myself that many people would be grateful to have the abundance of those choices and how very fortunate I am to have them.)
This experience has reinforced for me why restrictive “diets” never worked for me before. Declare something off limits, and my inner snapping turtle immediately grabs hold of the thought of what I’m missing and won’t let go. (Current fixation: popcorn, which is forbidden for a couple months yet.) The same with telling myself I must eat this food or that food, or apparently, soft food only. I get contrary when faced with a bunch of musts and must nots. I think it’s in my DNA or something. I’ve learned to accept it. (Once I whipped it into shape, that is. )
I’m hoping this easing back to Cammy-normal continues. I’m having tuna again tomorrow, but by golly, I’m adding chopped apple to it! Danger Girl rules!
And now, I have my evening green smoothie to prepare. And a bin of brown sugar to locate.
(Side note: I’m watching Chopped and the contestants are all women chefs! I wonder if it’s any coincidence that they were given duck testicles to prepare in the appetizer round.)